That’s what happens when you meet in court-mandated group therapy and then try
to steal from him to pay off your blackmailing drug dealer. Former drug
dealer, thank you very much. I’m turning over a new leaf and all that.
Which is why I should leave him alone.
Except he tempts me to do things I swore I’d stop doing. It’s that whole gruff,
grumbly, anti-social thing he has going on. Him, flame. Me, moth. Something
about him calls to me, makes the blood hum in my body. And I don’t want that
feeling to end.
Lucy Connors is straight-up insane.
She looks like a Disney princess and tries my patience in more ways than I
thought possible. Besides the fact that I have to save her cute little ass from
jail, I can’t quite figure out how to leave her alone. Even when she’s trying
her hand at Breaking and Entering. Especially when it’s myhouse
Yeah, we were probably doomed from the start.
But that’s the thing about being hooked on something so good, and so bad for
you—you don’t walk away when you should.
(sorry). I run on less than four hours of sleep thanks to copious amounts of
Diet Coke. (Note: this paragraph is not sponsored by anyone except my hungry
from Florida to New England and Colorado. I currently live in Idaho, where we
have lots of potatoes and windmills.
connection. I LOVE love. I love writing about broken characters who find their