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282 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 25, 2018



My broken boy. Doesn’t he know he’s not really broken at all? It’s everyone else who’s flawed.
Fairytales are for princesses, I remind myself. Not ghetto girls from Oakland. But right now, in Dare’s arms, I can pretend. Even if only for a while.

She’s been here for a couple of weeks, and she’s bringing shit out of me that I thought had died long ago. Conflicted doesn’t even fucking begin to cover it.
Maybe we’re just using each other to escape reality. To feel good for once. The only difference is, I deserve this life. Lo doesn’t.


Title: Bad Intentions (Bad Love #2)
Author: Charleigh Rose
Genre: Romance
Publication date: April 30, 2018


“Aren’t small-town folk supposed to be welcoming, and I don’t know, nice ? You don’t have to be a dick about it.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” Who the hell responds with okay? His lackadaisical response only frustrates me further.
“Okay,” he repeats. “I’m a dick. You’re an asshole who can’t take no for an answer. Glad we’ve established that. Nice to meet you. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
We’re all flawed, selfish humans doing what it takes in order to survive. Myself included. - Lo
Don’t ask her if she’s okay. Don’t ask her if she’s okay.
“You okay?”
Smooth .
I decide that even though I don’t deserve her, I’m too fucking self-serving not to take the only thing that offers me peace. The only thing that allows me to feel warmth when I’ve been cold all my life.
This girl is a part of me. The one part of me I love. - Dare
Dare . That’s not a name. That’s a warning. And I’ve been with enough bad boys to heed the warning. I think .
Well, that was one hell of a first kiss. And I didn’t even make it to her mouth.
“It’s gorgeous,” she breathes.
“Sure the fuck is,” I say, but I’m not talking about the drawing. She looks at it, but I’m looking at her.
“Lo. Stop.” I hold her shoulders, trying to get her to meet my eyes. “I’m just… fuck , I’m concerned for you, okay?”
“I can take care of myself,” she insists, her voice still full of steel.
“I see that. I know that,” I agree. “But it doesn’t mean no one else can give a shit.”
She’s been here for a couple of weeks, and she’s bringing shit out of me that I thought had died long ago. Conflicted doesn’t even fucking begin to cover it.






