A Wreck, You Make Me (Bad Boys of Bardstown #3)

by Saffron A. Kent

Everything about him is so familiar to me, so perfect and dreamy. So wrong and so right. So thrilling, so toxic. So wrecking, yet somehow, healing too. He breaks my heart, but he somehow makes it beat harder and faster than anything else in this world. It's because I’m his.

Like we’re two pieces of the same puzzle. Or maybe we aren’t puzzle pieces at all, we’re mutual destruction. I’m his strawberry and he’s my sharp teeth. He’ll eat me up piece by piece, and I’ll kill the poison running through his veins.

My safe space made of thorns.

They call me the Wrecking Thorn because I’m a wrecking ball on the field, never stopping, never letting anyone stand in the way of my goal. But that’s not true anymore. I’m not the Wrecking Thorn because of my game. I’m the Wrecking Thorn because I’ll destroy everything in my path to get to her. And that’s not a good thing for her.