The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

It was as if my soul recognized him. As if we'd met before in another life, in another time. I couldn't explain it, but there was an unshakable feeling that our destinies were intertwined, that our connection went far beyond now.

"I'll make you happy," he finally said, his voice tender and resolute. "It might take a while, but someday I'll make you happy for the rest of your life."

Our love was a living, breathing, painful thing. Because having someone else own your soul was always going to be a painful, beautiful experience. One I wouldn’t trade for anything. One I would fight for with my very last breath.