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320 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 24, 2015











The truth, our truth, was complicated. But it was beautiful. And it was real.

She owned me. Despondent and wrecked, smiling and bright- it didn't matter. I was hers.

I was used to being one thing. And one thing at a time. That's all I could hold. And what she wanted from me, what she was asking, was messy. It was human and fraught with disaster. And I had no idea if I could do it.
I was a fucking Daniels. We didn't love, we crashed. We destroyed. We burned everything in fire.






“There were no bridges that she could build to get them back to where they’d been yesterday.
She’s burned everything to the ground.”
“Love is a knife that really only cuts one way, and that’s deep.”




"....love is a knife that really only cuts one way, and that’s deep."
"I wasn’t lonely. I didn’t want. Or at least I thought I didn’t. Until Annie McKay came out of nowhere."
"I didn’t know what this was, this thing we had between us. But it was powerful. And compelling. And both of us had spilled blood over it. I’d walk into hell for Annie."
"Half of what we were to each other was lies. The other half, the hard honest truth I never told anyone."
"....we blurred the line. We made our own rules. “You like that,” I groaned , watching her. “You fucking love it. Touch yourself..."






“It all seemed so stupidly dramatic. Previous to this one night, nothing in her life had much happened and then suddenly it was as if she landed in a soap opera. And now the soap opera had a motorcycle club and a drug dealing child rapist.”Hey, you said it not me!
“You’re going to be happy again,” Dylan said. “I swear it. We can…we can get through this. You and me. I promise.”
“… Why would you promise that?”
“Because you said you wanted to come back and I said I wanted you to.”
“It can’t be that simple. Not anymore.”
“It is. For me it is. It’s you and me. That simple.”
I was a fucking Daniels. We didn’t love, we crashed. We destroyed. We burned everything in fire.
This is a mistake. You and me, we’re a mistake.
I almost said it. It would have been a relief to say it. To bow out of this thing we had between us. This thing that required pieces of me I didn’t have or know how to use.
I wanted to fuck her and protect her all at the same time. I wanted to keep her and push her away. I was everything in opposites, and I felt torn apart by her.
“I wanted to show you the truth of me. And…loving you is a part of that. It’s a part of who I am now.”
The ways she was different from any other woman in my life could not be counted. I didn’t want to say she was sweet, because that seemed to negate all the ways she was fierce. I didn’t want to say she was generous, because it would deny the ways she was selfish.
I’d never had a woman in my life show me so much of herself.
“You changed me, baby,” I told her, stroking her cheek. “I barely recognize who I was before you came into my life. And I don’t…I don’t want to go back to being that way.”
“I’m not letting you go.”
Sometimes you just had to feel it. Sometimes you had to let the terror and the anger and the fear tear you apart. So you could feel what came next.


