by Jo Raven
RELEASE DATE: May 16, 2014
Cover artist: Clarissa Wild
But the past won’t let go. Asher is here – her first kiss, her first heartbreak. More handsome and distant than ever, he’s still the boy who used to be her best friend. That was before he changed into someone she hardly knows anymore – the boy who started getting into fights and gave her the cold shoulder for years.
Asher isn’t what she needs. In fact, she hates him and should try her best to keep away from him.
Yet her body doesn’t seem to care about how she feels, and maybe, just maybe this time her body got it right. Not that she has much of a choice. Asher draws her like a bright flame, and if she isn’t careful, she’ll burn.
And that may not be such a bad thing after all...
*Warning: this book contains graphic language, sex, and violence. Mature readers only. Not intended for young adult readers.*
The expected publication date is May 16th, 2014, on all of your favorite e-book websites.
And then she pressed her hand into the bruises on my back, startling me, and I slammed my hand right into the wall. Scaring her.
Turning into my dad.
I bang the bathroom door shut behind me and brace my hands on the sink. What the hell is she doing here? Zane didn’t tell me she was coming or I’d have left the apartment.
Maybe that’s why he didn’t tell me. Fucker. He knows me too well.
And she has no right to be here, so sweet and beautiful, with her curves and pretty eyes, with that faint scar on her cheek that makes me ache with the need to hold her. Turning my mind to mush, making me want to forget about my resolutions and just be with her, bury myself in her so deep I become one with her.
Not having to face the real world.
Fantasies. I can’t afford them. I can’t hope in anything. Lesson learned.
Besides, she isn’t offering hope. Hasn’t offered anything. I just take and take.
I want you. She said that. Stammered it. I heard it. Right? I’m not sure anymore. She looked confused afterward. Maybe I imagined it. Or maybe I scared her and she panicked, blurting out things she didn’t mean. Things I wanted to hear so badly.
I bend my head, sucking in a shaky breath. Seeing her, being close to her is like drugs. Addictive. Dangerous.
A royally bad idea.
Two weeks ago it wouldn’t have been so bad. But now... Now I’ve made my decision and met people to help me see it through.
I’ve walked the streets again, went to joints I frequented months ago, during my previous escape from home sweet home. Joints where guys meet to fight for money, in dark basements, in rusty cages. Where bets are placed and dirty bills exchange hands for a taste of borrowed adrenaline, fear and spilled blood. For death.
They know me at The Bulldog, where I fought once to let out some of my rage. At least in the fight club I know when someone will attack me; I know the cage is the stage and what is expected of me.
This time I’m gonna fight for money. For a chance to live.
Two weeks ago I wasn’t doing anything illegal and potentially lethal.
Now I’m about to and I should keep Audrey out of it. Out of my fucked up life.
Now if only she leaves before I get out of this goddamn bathroom, I might just be able to hold on to this new resolution.