They told me I have amnesia. I have no idea who I am. I don’t know my name, don’t know where I come from. It’s like I sense an animal somewhere inside of me. But that can’t be right, can it? And then this delicious stranger takes me into his house. His masculine scent makes my skin heat up. His rolled-up shirt sleeves show too much muscle. And those movie-star-worthy lips were made explicitly for kissing.