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Robin used to be a party girl… until she got black out drunk and woke up in bed with her best friend's boyfriend. Now she's faced with being THAT girl, and couldn't be more disgusted with herself. She can't even tell her friends the reason for her sudden sobriety and she avoids everyone until she meets Phoenix—quiet, tattooed, and different in every way that's good and oh, so bad…
Phoenix is two days out of jail when he meets Robin at his cousin's house, and he knows that he has no business talking to her, but he's drawn to her quiet demeanor, sweet smile, and artistic talent. She doesn't care that he's done time, or that he only has five bucks to his name, and she supports his goal to be a tattoo artist.
But Phoenix knows Robin has a secret, and that it's a naïve dream to believe that his record won't catch up with them at some point. Though neither is prepared for the explosive result when the past collides with the present…
266 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 21, 2014





This is what we won't do, Erin McCarthy.
We will not misrepresent what happened to Robin as consensual sex because she was too incapacitated to have assented to having sex with Nathan, so he basically raped her and you somehow refused to include that in the story.
PSA: Do not normalise or rationalise rape in fiction and authors should write rape scenes only if they can portray all aspects of it.
*0 stars*

"So what do we do now?" he asked.
"'There's no remedy for love, but to love more.' That's Thoreau," I murmured.
Phoenix kissed the corners of my mouth. "'The future for me is already a thing of the past. You were my first love and you will be my last.' That's Bob Dylan."


EXHIBIT A: "I want to kidnap you," he murmured in my ear. "So that I never have to let you go."
EXHIBIT B: I found it oddly satisfying that she was crying, which was fucked-up, but the thing was, I knew she was crying out of sadness for me. I'd never really had anyone care about me like that.
EXHIBIT C: Maybe part of me wanted her to wake up. Maybe I wanted to see fear in her eyes. Not because I warned her to be afraid but because when someone is scared of you, you're no longer vulnerable. They don't have any power over you.

"No boundaries."
His eyebrows shot up, disappearing under his hair. "Now that's fucking hot."
"No boundaries, unless you want a threesome or something. I'm not doing that." I wasn't sharing him.
Phoenix made a face that had me relieved. "Fuck no. Why would I want that? You're everything I need and want. Though I would not say no to a strip tease and a lap dance combo, that's for sure."
All of a sudden I was feeling a hot rush of blood in my face, and I didn't think it was from the pain.
The thought of doing what he wanted made me super excited, but a little nervous, too. "I'm not a very good dancer."
Phoenix glanced up at me. "Baby, that is not the point. Naked enthusiasm is all that's required."
"Oh. I can do that."
