I’m over men.
I’m swearing them off.
It’s taken me years to get away from the last one. He left me bruised and battered – in more ways than one.
My dislike is as deep as my distrust.
Starting my own business, I consider myself fortunate. The thing is, I’ve never been the lucky girl. What was supposed to be a one-time job, turns into nothing but trouble.
And that’s something I know a lot about.
Lachlan Daly makes me feel everything I swore I never would. One glance into those whiskey colored eyes and I’m lost. His on again, off again desire for me has my head spinning and my pulse pounding.
The minute I think I have it figured out, I find myself making decisions that we both will regret.
Ink and whiskey have a way of making the truth come out.