The bad boy. The fuck up. The thief. That was me.



Once a king, now a wanderer. I'd thrown the best parts of me away, over and over again.



I was reckless. Still am. I'd been exiled. Twice.
I did my time. I've cleaned up. Well, sort of.



I got plans. Yeah, good ones.



Then I ran into her. A bolt of lightning—startling, unsettling, breathtaking, out of reach.



The woman I once scorned years ago is now the woman I can't live without. I need what I didn't think I'd ever need again. I want and want and want.



Torture.



She's the epicenter of the war I've triggered, of the battle in my rusted heart. I may be as reckless as I ever was, but I'm determined as fuck. To hell with it. I want it all.