Love doesn’t always have a happy ending, but when I learn that my love life is ending with one hell of a bang, I practically jump for joy.
Freedom has been a dream far too unrealistic until the day I find myself with the means to fly. It’s kind of funny that I use the word fly when it’s the discovery of others with wings that cements my freedom. Nothing is as it seems though and when I try to figure things out, they just get hot, steamy and extremely confusing. What’s a girl to do when she’s running from her ex, hiding from life and trying her hardest to be free?
Six hot Drakes, six hearts that beg to be loved, six devilishly sinful men who drive me crazy, send me reeling and capture my attention, lust and possibly my heart.
Not that it’s them I’m doing, but hell if they were to offer, I’d be there in a heartbeat. So, what’s a girl to do when faced with the possibility of not one but six fated mates?