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369 pages, Hardcover
First published April 8, 2014
He was gorgeous: tall, dark, and definitely dangerous. The gleam in his bright blue eyes told me he wasn't used to anybody defying him, and his sculpted cheekbones and long, lean body told me that most girls wouldn't even want to try.
"The best thing for both of us would be if we forgot we'd ever met, wouldn't it?"
"I can't make that decision for you, Victoria. I can't tell you what to do, and I wouldn't even try. But I can tell you that the only thing in the world that makes sense to me right now is you and me."

"I don't know how to be myself around you," I muttered. The lame-ass confession made me wince even as I said it. "You don't make sense. I barely know you, but I want to know everything about you. You're smart and gorgeous, and you make my skin too tight."
"The face of an angel, the soul of a poet, and the fists of a fighter. I don't know how to understand you, Mickey."
"You knew I wasn't a virgin, Princess. I can't rewrite history just because I finally found you."
“The powerful feeling of instant connection between us ran too deep to be pleasant, or even casual.”
“But where I was mad at the world, she was compassionate as she confronted the demons of a guy she’d been told to avoid and even fear.”
“‘Oh my gosh, that’s beautiful,’ I whispered.
‘Yeah. Beautiful.’ Mickey’s voice was husky and I turned my head and saw that he wasn’t looking at the scenery at all.
He was looking at me.”
“Mickey Rhodale, for all of his dangerous, bad-boy exterior, had a hint of damaged vulnerability about him that I was pretty sure he didn’t let anybody else see, and he’s shown it to me. / Something inside me, in a very small voice, was saying, “Yes, of course. Finally. Here you are.” / And it scared me to death. But I had to face it head-on.”