At twenty-six I've had my fair share of drama. Well, drama is putting it mildly.
My past is more checkered than a chessboard.
I'm tired of being treated like I'm less than I'm worth. Like I'm dispensable.
I want a man who knows what he wants—and that's me.
From that very first handshake in the bar, I knew James was going to become an addiction.
And like a true addict, the more of him I get, the more of him I need.
His proposal of a no-strings, no future, no love arrangement sounds perfect. If he's as good between the sheets as he is at kissing, then sign me up.
But before I know it, I'm in too deep and have fallen hard for this older man.
However, James has secrets.
Demons.
His heart is surrounded by a ten-foot wall with barbed wire on top, and a crocodile-filled moat at the bottom.
And Prince Charming won't put down his drawbridge to let me in.
Fear digs its claws deep, telling me that my own tumultuous history and whatever haunts James are what keeps our happily ever after forever out of reach.
