When your father is the proud owner of a multimillion dollar company, there isn't much to worry about. For Harmony Croft, life was perfect; parties, boys, and riches beyond belief. However, even princesses have enemies. After almost getting kidnapped, Harmony's life is thrown into chaos. Now, the only way to survive is to rely on an organization of bodyguards founded by her father the very day she was born seventeen year ago, solely to protect her. But will Harmony be able to deal with Marco, the dark and mysterious assassin who's in charge of her protection? He's of course the most arrogant and frustrating boy she's ever met but her attitude matches his in ways Marco never thought possible. Her past is filled with dollar signs and shopping sprees, his past is filled with blood, scars, and death. They're from two very different worlds, but what happens when worlds collide? Will these two be able to put aside their difference in time to discover who is truly after Harmony, or will Marco end up sacrificing himself to protect her honor? - © 2014

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)