I don’t jump when people tell me to.
I’m my own woman.
I make smart choices. Usually.
That was before Atlas. He sets my panties on fire.
He’s bad news. A rough and ready, get down and dirty biker. The kind of guy your mother warns you about. The kind of guy I avoid like the plague.
If I give in, everything I’ve worked so hard for will be jeopardized. Our worlds don’t mesh. Our lives…we’re night and day. And yet, I’m drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I need more. I’ve never wanted anything so desperately. Now, if only I could get out of my own way.
I deserve to be happy, right? But, at what cost?