Life has a way of shaping you into what it wants you to be, regardless of how much you fight it.
Brantley Prescott is damaged. Scarred by a past she can’t forget. Hiding secrets she’s terrified to share. Searching for a future she doesn’t believe she’ll ever find.
Myles Franco is alone. Burdened by mistakes he’ll never live down. Fostering a deep resentment for the opposite sex. Unleashing his wrath on any girl who gets too close.
Brantley has worked behind the bar long enough to recognize Myles for what he is—a douchebag player with nothing on his mind but keeping a steady stream of girls flowing through his bed. With his messy dark hair, sapphire blue eyes, rock-solid body, and endless tattoos he’s impossible to ignore. But that’s exactly what she plans on doing.
After just one run-in with Brantley, Myles is even more determined to stick to the rules he lives by. She’s mouthy, blunt, and doesn’t back down—no matter how hard he pushes her. She could turn out be the one temptation that drags him down the path he’s been trying to avoid. He won’t let that happen.
Both are content living behind the solid walls they’ve built around themselves. Neither is prepared for what happens when their lives collide.
Due to sexual content and graphic language - 17+ recommended.
The current snafu in my life was a flat tire. I was going to have to walk to work. That wasn’t the worst thing about the situation though. My car was parked behind the black truck belonging to Myles in the driveway.
Just like Lou said, I hardly even saw my asshole neighbor. It’d been three weeks since I’d moved in and I’d only seen Myles twice since that awesome first day. Both times I’d just caught a glimpse of him when I was coming in from work.
That was all about to change. It was nine thirty in the morning and I was standing at his door knocking. I couldn’t just leave with my car blocking his truck in. Not that I minded pissing him off—there were just better ways to do it.
Right on cue, he jerked the door open and cut into me with his eyes. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Still with the cheery hellos…” I intentionally dragged the words out as I took a few seconds to gawk at him. No shirt and a pair of shorts hanging low on his hips—yeah, I wasn’t above giving him a long shameless once-over. “So my car has a flat.”
He held his hands up. “And I need to know because…”
I pointed at my car keys on the bottom step. “I’m about to walk to work and I thought I’d stop down here and to let you know I left those there in case you absolutely have to get your truck out of the driveway.”
He looked at the keys and then at me. “Just leaving a note with them never even occurred to you, did it?”
The thought actually hadn’t even crossed my mind. “Honestly, I just missed your stellar personality.”
Myles nodded at me. “Did you get your fill?”
I took another long look at his bare flesh. “More than enough.”
“You’re welcome then.” He stepped back and slammed the door.
Colee Firman has always been a closet writer. As an only child, there were constantly stories swimming around in her head. In 2012, she finally started unleashing them on the world, beginning with The Unbinding Fate Series.
As a Michigan native, she never passes up a chance to escape the winter weather. When she’s not working at her day job or writing, she’s traveling with her longtime boyfriend, reading with her cat, or binging on Netflix.
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