Bayou Baby

I wasn't looking for a relationship, and even if I was, Michael Bayou Brown was not my type. He was too skinny, too annoying and too good-looking, and a former gang member, and drug dealer. He was not the kind of man I could trust with my scarred heart, although my body had no problem craving him. That had to be it; five years single and my body was happy with any excitement it could get. That was the only reason this white boy had me losing my mind.

Sia Smith acted as if she hated the sight of me, which was a serious problem since I wanted her from the second I laid eyes on her. She'd made it plain that I wasn't her type, however, even with my past, I was better than her last boyfriend. He'd messed her up so badly she couldn't see how amazing we would be together, and I'd resort to anything, even murder, to show Sia how badly I wanted her.