When Heroes Fall (Anti-Heroes in Love Duet #1)

by Giana Darling

They were ugly men in ugly packages easily identified and labeled as the trash they were.

“I’m thirty-five, Elena. I’m hardly ancient.”

USA O’Malley a quick look, then sighed. “I have read and listened to

Why is this what they call him? Isn’t his name Dennis?

There was such a thin line between love and hate, just as there was between heroism and villainy. It all depended on the circumstance and perspective.

“No, you want me to fuck you senseless without asking for your permission. If I don’t ask, you don’t have to pretend to be a lady and say no.”

My wife’s addicted to that True Blood. You like vamps, too? Lady catnip, I’m telling ya.”

Marco hooted, slapping his thigh. “Didn’t I just say? All women like vamps. It’s a thing.”

realized I had this idea of a hero as someone who was socially accepted, someone who was revered by the masses. But heroism didn’t always arrive dressed in white and topped with a halo or on the back of some shining steed.