Damaged

BEAU:
I’m not that girl.
I don’t turn heads inspiring grown men to act sweet and goofy to impress me.
I’ve never been that girl.
One look at BB and I knew he was the one.
Me. Tomboy-nothing-soft-about-me, instantly friend zoned by every man I meet.
Yep, plain, old boring me had the sexy, new vice president of Devil’s Blaze walking over, kissing me until my lungs burned from lack of oxygen.
I fell in love instantly, seeing forever in his eyes.
BB? Well, he kicked me out of bed the next morning.
I was already damaged. BB destroyed me.

BB:
I thought the gorgeous blonde at our club party knew the score. Boy, was I wrong.
Now, I need to find a way to repair a burned bridge—one very important to the Devil’s Blaze.
I’m ordered to leave Beau Harper alone.
It should be easy to do—except for one small thing.
I can’t get her out of my head. I want more. I want everything.
I’m damaged goods with enough baggage to fill an entire airport.
She deserves better, but I can’t help myself.
One way or another, I’m going to claim that woman as mine.

Standalone Romance.