![]() ![]() I never should have given the little brat a key. I ran a hand over my face and swung my legs over the edge of the bed just as the bedroom door swung open. A soft moan from the other side of the bed reminded me that I hadn’t come home from the bar last night alone, not that I remembered the girl’s name or what she looked like or if had even been worth her time to stumble into my apartment with me. ![]() TABLE OF CONTENTS: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 EpilogueĬhapter 1 Rule At first I thought the pounding in my head was my brain trying to fight its way out of my skull after the ten or so shots of Crown Royal I had downed last night, but then I remembered that it was Sunday and no matter how many times I told her, or how rude, or whatever kind of debauched and unsavory condition she found me in she showed up on Sunday morning to drag me home for brunch. ![]() I try and write what I know, just a more romantic and idealized version of it so this is also for all the real life tattooed boys that have been in and out of my life over the years that served as inspiration for my heroes. Crownover Books Published 2013 Cover photo Stock Photo Pixmac 3D human All Rights Reservedĭedicated to everyone that listened to me complain about needing a new life plan all year long and encouraging me to just do what I do best. ![]()
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