"The sunroom at the back of the house is just as I remember. I can't taste homemade lemonade or smell oatmeal cookies without thinking of home, of the beautiful cliffs of Martino Bay, and I feel welcomed. But all thoughts of a happy family reunion are destroyed the moment I see him... He's as handsome as I remember: broad shoulders, piercing blue eyes, hair the colour of burnt toffee. The man who once meant the world to me. The reason I fled eleven years ago. I've never told anyone the terrible mistake I made that night. The secret we share. I'm still haunted by the crashing waves at the bottom of the cliffs, the blood... But what is he doing at my sister's house? And then I see her. My baby sister. She smiles, she tips her hand so I can see the ring. And his arm slides around her waist, pulling her close..."--Provided by publisher.
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