BLURB

It wasn’t the smartest concept to get engaged at eighteen, but… I would have been in touch. Bryce appears ideal with his phrases, his cash, and all-American. He had taken me in, and I would scarcely have been kept intact when he spied me out.
I just tried to construct a career for myself on my own grounds when I was twenty-two and married. Free of dread.

First task, first task. First apartment that’s crappy. First flavor of liberty.

Enter the King of Ethan. I never had a opportunity with the high school man. He’s not precisely an excellent citizen as the local motorcycle gang leader, but he’s the one bright spot in my lives. He’s just what I need right now. Until Bryce, who could never tolerate winning, chooses that he is not willing to let me go. And if there’s one thing I know about that monster, it’s that it doesn’t have any issue killing all of my universe.

I’ve only got Ethan King this moment. And nobody’s messing with a King.