Damaged

BEAU:

I'm not that girl.

I don't turn heads, inspiring grown men to act sweet and goofy to impress me.

I've never been that girl.

One look at BB and I knew he was the one.

Me. Tomboy-nothing-soft-about-me instantly friend-zoned by every man I meet.

Yep, plain, old boring me had the sexy, new vice president of Devil's Blaze walking over, kissing me until my lungs burned from lack of oxygen.

I fell in love instantly, seeing forever in his eyes.

BB? He kicked me out of bed the next morning.

I was already damaged. BB destroyed me.

BB:

I thought the gorgeous blonde at our club party knew the score. Boy was I wrong.

Now, I need to find a way to repair a burned bridge—one very important to the Devil's Blaze.

I'm ordered to leave her alone.

It should be easy to do—except for one small thing.

I can't get Beau Harper out of my head. I want more of her.

I'm damaged goods with enough baggage to fill an entire airport.

She deserves better, but I can't help myself.

One way or another, I'm going to claim that woman as mine.