“Nova,” Mother said. “You’re not cut out for the real world. You’re a beautiful tulip just waiting to be cut down by a lawnmower.”
Is Daymon the lawnmower I’ve been waiting for?
I’ve been called a criminal. A bad man. A monster. Instinct kicks in when I see a young runaway getting hassled on the road.
Nova’s punk rock, sucker punch charm awakens the monster in me, but I have to control myself.
If I don’t, I’ll break her like I’ve done to every woman who’s ever given a damn about me.
I’m an artist. Well, I want to be an artist. That’s why I’m hitchhiking to Seattle for art school. My future is looking good, and I can’t wait to discover what’s waiting for me out there in the big world…until I meet Daymon.
I’m a tulip—delicate and bright, but he’s a force of nature. Well-over six feet, rugged, tough, and a little bit dangerous, Daymon is holding back, I can tell.
I may be innocent, but that doesn't stop me from being curious. I wonder exactly what secret Daymon's hiding, until I find out he might be more than I can handle, but I'm willing to try. I just hope he doesn't stomp on my heart with those big booted feet…