My heart ached, and it burned with hellfire. This was what falling in love was like.
In all my grand experience, I only ever loved one woman. My mom, who was a saint, was the only woman I ever gave my heart to. She died nearly a decade ago from breast cancer. It destroyed me. I was never the same. I knew she would probably frown at the life I chose to live. She’d probably tell me that I ought to think about settling down.
It wasn’t in the cards for me.
I had my code. Beyond that, I was a beast. I’d learned that there were four pillars in life: Eating, liquor, f***ing and most importantly, riding. Not all men wanted to make the world a better place. I just wanted to live my life.
Enter Sammy Wood.
I was a violent man. Most people would not understand where I was coming from. I wondered if Sammy could stand to look at me if she knew how bad I was. Despite all of that, I didn’t think she was making a mistake in trusting me. I would never hurt her. I would always protect her if she let me.
I would never be the same. I was falling for her. She was an angel, and I was a devil. What could go wrong?
You are not a devil and I am not an angel. We are just perfectly broken. My jagged edges fit into yours. Together, we’re a complete picture.
When I was fifteen years old, my parents got drunk as hell. They ran out of liquor or smokes, or both. I couldn’t remember. They took the car out, like idiots. They were too drunk to realize they’d drove into the opposite lane. Both died, their brains plastered on the inside of the windshield.
A head-on collision with a semi-truck could do that.
I didn’t even cry. That, in and of itself, was more disturbing than their deaths. I wasn’t a psychopath. I just had the unique ability to turn off emotion, like flipping a switch. After a while, I figured leaving it off was the best approach to my careful lifestyle.
I left it off for years, guarding myself against everyone. It was a lonely but predictable lifestyle.
Everything changed the day I realized that, despite my best efforts, I couldn’t protect myself. A new co-worker reacted badly when I rejected his advances. Things went from bad to worse. I was starting to think he was going to kill me.
Enter Devin ‘The Devil’ Winchester.
He was so hot and so off limits. He was my new parolee, fresh out of prison. He wanted me, and I was having a hard time saying no. My careful life was crumbling. Pushing him away was not an option.
I was addicted to the man with the wild blue eyes, and I was risking it all for him. Still, he was holding back. I searched for every truth he guarded. Eventually, I realized that most of our deepest guarded secrets were not secrets at all. They were simply fragile truths. We each had troves of them, bundled up tight in winding fortresses.
There was freedom in his chaos, but with that freedom came a price. What could go wrong?
***This novel is a stand-alone romance with no cheating and a guaranteed HEA