Because I’ve had a taste and I’m not sharing. This isn’t just for fun. I may be slightly addicted.

I was taking the bad boy off the market for good.

Ashton grinne and raised her eyebrows. "I can't believe you're telling me a Vincent boy brought you to Grove, Alabama and not me." Shrugging, I returned her smile. "They're heard to resist." "Don't I know it."

I didn't need taming. I needed saving.

You aren't what I expected. I wish you were. It'd be so much easier.

Girl, there ain't a boy in this town who can hold a candle to Beau Vincent with his shirt off.

Identifying pain in others was easy for me. I was drawn to it in some strange perverse way.