Scorpio (Unabridged‪)‬

Your heart shall be his, then will come the sting. You will suffer...and then you shall burn.

The words chill me to the bone. That’s my fate. At least, that’s what the fortune teller says.

Destiny, horoscopes...who believes in that? I sure don’t. I make my own future, thank you very much.

But when I meet Scott Danger, the words come back to haunt me. His name even comes with a warning label. Handsome, rich, and sexier than any man should be, he’s pursuing me hard and fast. Little ol' me, a bartender with a penchant for makeup and old country music.

He’s dominant and seductive, a predator caged in gilded threads, and I want to run just so he’ll chase me...catch me...take me. Shit. I’m in so much trouble, but I think I like it.

Still, those eerie words.... Do I tempt fate?