Life has a way of shaping you into what it wants you to be, regardless of how much you fight it.
Brantley Prescott is damaged. Scarred by a past she can’t forget. Hiding secrets she’s terrified to share. Searching for a future she doesn’t believe she’ll ever find.
Myles Franco is alone. Burdened by mistakes he’ll never live down. Fostering a deep resentment for the opposite sex. Unleashing his wrath on any girl who gets too close.
Brantley has worked behind the bar long enough to recognize Myles for what he is—a douchebag player with nothing on his mind but keeping a steady stream of girls flowing through his bed. With his messy dark hair, sapphire blue eyes, rock-solid body, and endless tattoos he’s impossible to ignore. But that’s exactly what she plans on doing.
After just one run-in with Brantley, Myles is even more determined to stick to the rules he lives by. She’s mouthy, blunt, and doesn’t back down—no matter how hard he pushes her. She could turn out be the one temptation that drags him down the path he’s been trying to avoid. He won’t let that happen.
Both are content living behind the solid walls they’ve built around themselves. Neither is prepared for what happens when their lives collide.
Due to sexual content and graphic language - 17+ recommended.
Livvy came behind the bar with a tray full of empty glasses and started unloading them onto the sink. “Did you see that guy at the end of the bar?”
I sighed, knowing I had to smother her hopes of me dating Tom’s friend right then. “I saw him. He’s nice, and I appreciate you and Tom trying—”
“Not Kyle.” Liv motioned with her head down to the other end of the bar. “That guy.”
I casually glanced over. As soon as I realized who Liv was drooling over, I broke out laughing. “Yeah, I’ve seen him—he’s my freaking neighbor.”
Livvy’s jaw dropped. “That’s mornings aren’t my thing guy?”
I nodded. “I saw him half naked this morning. It was nice.”
“Lucky bitch,” Liv whispered, sneaking another peek at him. “I could seriously burn through the bulk of my life just looking at him.”
“He knows it too,” I said, glancing over at Myles. “The guy probably spends hours in front of the mirror making sure he looks like he couldn’t be bothered to drag a brush through his hair.
“Right, and shaving simply slipped his mind,” Livvy said.
I cut my eyes toward Myles. “Think he irons his t-shirts?”
“Probably his boxers too.”
As if he knew we were talking about him, Myles picked his head up and stared right at me. I promptly poked Livvy in the back. “Go see what he wants to drink.”
“He’s sitting at the bar—that’s your territory.” She grabbed her tray and smiled. “I have tables still.”
I swore under my breath as I walked down to where Myles was sitting. I grabbed a napkin on the way and put it down on the bar in front of him. “What can I get you?”
“Just a beer.”
“What kind?” I had to actively stop myself from rolling my eyes. “They’re all listed up there,” I said, pointing to the chalkboard above the bar.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever...”
I turned around and pulled open the cooler, scanning the labels. I smiled as I reached in and grabbed a Heineken—yeah, he was definitely a Heineken kinda guy.
I pried the cap off and placed it down in front of him. “Six dollars.”
“I asked for a beer, not a stigma,” he said, looking at the bottle as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He placed a ten down on the bar and shook his head. “You may as well have dropped a fucking jager-bomb on me.”
“It’s last call,” I said, picking up his money and dropping four singles in its place. “Maybe another time.”
He placed his hand on his change and pushed it toward me. “Here.”
“Thanks.” I scooped it up and jammed it in my apron. It was way too much considering I’d given him a beer he didn’t even like, but I was in no financial position to turn it down.
Colee Firman has always been a closet writer. As an only child, there were constantly stories swimming around inher head. In 2012, she finally started unleashing them on the world, beginning with The Unbinding Fate Series.
As a Michigan native, she never passes up a chance to escape the winter weather. When she’s not working at her day job or writing, she’s traveling with her longtime boyfriend, reading with her cat, or binging on Netflix.
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