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288 pages, Paperback
First published June 28, 2016







Villains were created, not born. That was something I’d come to know as a fact.
“You are real, Nan. More real than any person I’ve ever met. So when I say I love you, know that I do. I love it all.”
I wasn’t a Blaire or a Harlow. I didn’t inspire men to want to change for me.



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"It was me and my stupid need to be wanted. To belong to someone. For one man on this earth to believe I was worth it. I wanted to be someone’s Harlow. Or Blaire. But I’d always just be Nan. And Nan wasn’t enough. I never had been, and I was done trying to be."
"Covering up my emotions so no one knew I was hurt had been my superpower since I was a kid.![]()

"I know your hatred, I know your cruelty, I know your mistakes, I know your self-loathing, and I know your pain and your regrets. I know it all, Nan. I’ve heard it, witnessed it, and I still love you so fucking much I can’t walk away from you.
"My baby wouldn’t be like me. I’d give her all the love and devotion my mother had never had time or care to give me. She wouldn’t need a father, because I would be enough. I would be her everything, and she’d never question once if she was loved. My life wouldn’t be repeated. I would make sure of that.
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"I wasn't Blaire or Harlow. I didn't inspire men to want to change for me."You're damn right Nan. You lacked the goodness that those girls had and it was a disappointing series ending book. After reading this book, I still don’t like you one bit.



All men were liars. Even the bighearted, pretty ones.
Watching Rush abandon his playboy ways for the right woman and seeing his best friend—and my onetime fuck buddy—Grant Carter, turn into the perfect man for his wife, Harlow, hadn’t been easy.
The woman who had spent the evening at my apartment came with a lot less baggage than Nan. She laughed and was easy to be with.
Sarah, on the other hand, knew the score. She wasn’t clingy or needy.
I may have been busy with my date, but her house was under constant surveillance.
Luckily, she’d stayed put, and I’d gotten to have a fun night with Sarah.
“She does trust me.”
“The fuck she does. The woman’s not stupid. She knows. She’s been with enough men to know when she’s being blown off.”
She’s our only in with Livingston. She got close to him. She has to know something. We need to know what she knows.”
I didn’t love her. She was more than I needed in my life right now.
He had ignored me for two nights too many. Tonight I’d ignore him and get him out of my system with someone else.
I, on the other hand, was currently indulging in the hot little waitress who had been serving us earlier. “Shhh, sweetheart,” I whispered, when she moaned a little too loudly in the small single-stall restroom.
She was tight, a perfect afternoon distraction.
The highlight of my afternoon. And I didn’t even remember her name.
After dancing for hours last night with Gannon Roth, I wasn’t sure Major would ever be enough for me. I’d had a taste of a real man, and I liked it a lot.
The date I had tonight with the girl from the country club, Maggie, didn’t seem exciting anymore. I’d hoped to release some more sexual tension before I had to deal with Nan again.
Less wild sex in bathrooms with hot waitresses and more time kissing the princess’s haughty ass.
“You can play with them now,” she said teasingly, as she walked up to me. “As long as you fuck me while you do it.” My cock was hard instantly. I jerked her skirt up and found she wasn’t wearing panties. Easy access. I liked this one.
Besides, I didn’t need to date a man who was quite possibly prettier than me.
“We can be friends. You haven’t lost that. But the sex and dating stuff? That’s over. You can fuck whomever you like . . . but then again, you were doing that anyway.”
“You don’t know her,” I snapped. “No one does,” he answered instantly. “She’s cruel, cold, and self-absorbed.”
No man had treated me so well before. Why would someone start now? I was expendable. I always had been. Even to my own father.
No woman had ever spoken to me that way. But then again, I’d never met a woman like Nan before. I reached down to the pebbled ground to pick up the roses she’d tossed aside so heartlessly.
Before I went and drew up a new game plan, though, I was going to find that waitress from the club today. Hannah or Tabitha, or was it Tammy? Oh, hell, who cared? I knew what she looked like. I’d figure it out.
Her name was Jill. I hadn’t even been close. Rolling over in bed, I frowned and closed my eyes when I realized Jill was still here.
In his arms, I had found a home that I couldn’t have, because it was never really mine.
He hadn’t found me by chance. He hadn’t made love to me. He had used me. I was a tool. It made sense. Someone like Gannon had been too good for me. That man hadn’t been real. He’d been an act.
“Are you mentally stable?” was her next question. This one made me laugh. “Probably not,” I replied with complete honesty. “I didn’t think so.”

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