I’ve never loved anything that wasn’t trouble.
Five years in prison was supposed to reform me, but it didn’t teach me sh*t.
I tried to start fresh: new name, new town, new life. No more stealing fast cars, no more raising hell, no more women whose names I don’t bother learning.
Yeah, I f*cked that up in no time at all, but it doesn’t matter. I never wanted to be a good guy.
Not until I met Luna. She’s smart as a whip, f*cking gorgeous… and a cop. A detective.
I know I can’t have her. She’ll see through my lies in a second, and she deserves a happy ending that I know I can’t give her.
Hell, with my past chasing me down, I can’t even keep her safe.
All I can give Luna is trouble, and I know it. But I can’t stay away.
I’m not some doe-eyed ingénue.
I date nice men. If I keep saying it, it’ll become true, right?
What I don’t need is the sexy, rakish, tattoo-covered mechanic who’s got one dimple and a lifetime of working with his hands. I don’t need the man who lies to the police, obviously has problems with authority… and who growls filthy things into my ear when we’re alone.
And I especially don’t fantasize about someone who’s a suspect in a double arson. It doesn’t matter if one glance from him makes me want to tear my clothes off, or if the way he calls me detective turns me into a puddle.
I can tell that Stone is trouble from a mile away, and trouble’s the last thing I need.