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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who called a corrupt kingdom home sweet home.<\/p>\n
Protected and sheltered from the worst the world had to offer, she fell in love with the crumbling city that burned and blazed around her. Every dirty corner, every scary shadow, found a place within her heart. So did a man who was violent and dangerous, just like the streets she claimed as her own.<\/p>\n
He was all business and brutality, except when it came to her. With her, he was calm, caring, and heartbreakingly patient.<\/p>\n
He warned her over and over that he wasn’t the man for her, but she refused to listen. She never expected either the streets or their enforcer to hurt her, since she’d given her heart so completely to both.<\/p>\n
She should have known the streets in the Point were always going to be savage, and so was the man committed to keeping control of them in the hands of criminals and bloody kingpins.<\/p>\n
Blindsided by a betrayal which cut so deeply she was sure the wounds would never heal, the princess fled the home she loved and the man who broke her heart. Throwing away her rusted, twisted crown was supposed to help her forget. All it did was make her long for everything she left behind.\u00a0 She told herself she would never go back, but in this tormented kingdom, family is everything. Eventually, she has no choice but to return.<\/p>\n
While she was gone, the people who loved her worked hard to make the city safe, and the man who destroyed her sank deeper into the darkness. Going back shouldn’t feel like surrender… but it does. As this pretty princess hovers on the edge of the unknown, the past attacks with a vengeance. It’s a good reminder that puppy love eventually grows up and turns into something with sharp teeth and one hell of a bite.<\/p>\n
She never asked for the keys to the kingdom. She’d much rather go out and build her own.<\/p>\n
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\nToday I was finally old enough to have him.
\nBest. Birthday. Present. Ever.
\nIt wasn\u2019t uncommon for me to bop down to Booker\u2019s place. He even left the door unlocked most days so
\nI could get in. We lived in a fortress that had more eyes in the sky than a casino in Vegas, so he didn\u2019t
\nneed to worry about simple things like locked doors. My crush on the behemoth of a man was pretty
\nmuch common knowledge all around. Booker tended to treat me like I was an annoying kid sister. But
\nthere were times, when no one else was around, I could tell he was looking at me differently. He was
\nhard to read, something that kept you alive in these parts. But I spent so much time watching him, I
\ncould see what no one else could. Those steely eyes softened, melted into a soft dove gray when he
\nlooked at me while no one else was paying any attention.
\nI glanced up at the camera that I knew was tracking my every move. I gave a little wave to whomever
\nwas monitoring the feed tonight. Race\u2019s security guys were a part of my everyday life. Where I went,
\nthey followed. It was sort of like having an army of overprotective big brothers. Annoying yet necessary.
\nIt was a good thing I was obsessed with Booker. Having eyes only for him over the last few years meant I
\ndidn\u2019t bring boys home to meet the family. I was pretty sure trying to date a guy my own age would
\nhave been impossible with those eagle-eyed brutes hanging around.
\nThe butterflies in my stomach started sword fighting the closer I got to Booker\u2019s door. I spent a lot of
\ntime making goo-goo eyes at the giant man and aimlessly trying to make conversation with him. He was
\ntoo cold and reserved to attempt any harmless flirting, and I was always very aware of the line in the
\nsand where Booker was concerned. He tolerated my infatuation and presence, but he always made it
\nclear he was humoring me. He was the one who often reminded me there was a big, wide world out
\nthere, ripe for the picking. He told me I should never settle. However, when I tried to explain the only
\nthing I was dying to experience was him, he diverted the conversation and pointedly told me that I was
\nway too young for him. He also believed I was way too nice. He didn\u2019t talk about his past, or his time in
\nprison, but I had a feeling that wherever Noah Booker had been before made the Point look like Sesame
\nStreet.
\nWhen I was in front of the door, I took a second to make sure my white-blonde hair was smooth and
\nsleek. I ran my tongue over the front of my teeth to make sure none of the plum-colored lip gloss was
\nstuck to the surface. I wiped my hands down the front of my black skinny jeans, the ones that made my
\nadmittedly long legs look even longer and took a deep breath. It was now or never.
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