Shadow — Heather West

Sky He seems to hate me but I have no idea why. Or am I mistaking hate for something else? If only I could remember him. Or anything, really. Within that perfectly chiseled body, his insides are black -- he's rotten underneath. He's dangerous, dark, and yet somewhere deep inside myself I know what it feels like to scream his name. I catch him staring and he pulls away like I'm the poisonous one. He's a killer. I know it. He lives to harm others. I'm sure those rugged, strong hands have squeezed the life out of many. And yet I still want them on my body. And he wants it too. But this is madness. My life is in shambles and adding him to the mix with his murder and mayhem will only make it worse. So why am I living for the moment I'll scream his name again? Shadow I don't have room in my life for her bulls***. But there she goes again, playing the little wounded bird, always needing me to swoop in and save her. She says she can't remember what made her shut me out -- she can't remember anything at all. But I see that familiar look in her eyes like she knows how good we made each other feel. I'm the fool who falls for it again and again. For a wounded bird, she's got her claws in me deep. And that's exactly how I want it. She might not be able to recall her sleek legs wrapped all around me, her perfect ass perched on the bars of my motorcycle in the moonlight, but I'll never forget it. This time I'll keep my guard up. I've got bigger things to worry about than Sky taking flight once more. She can't break my heart again if I don't give it up. As if I ever got it back from her the last time. THIS BOOK IS A STANDALONE NOVEL, NO CHEATING OR CLIFFHANGERS. Contains a HEA ending, dark and disturbing themes, and over the top sexiness that may be uncomfortable for some readers