fractured love trilogy #3 Dominic King was the kind of boy mothers warned their daughters about. He has a sharp jaw, an even sharper tongue, and eyes like ice that had seen too much too young. He didn't talk much. Didn't trust easy. And he sure as hell didn't do feelings. He grew up half-feral in other people's houses, never quite belonging anywhere-until the Lorenzo's took him in. Elsie treated him like family. Grayson gave him purpose. Theo? He was more than a best friend-he was blood. Which makes Julia Lorenzo strictly off-limits. But Jules has never cared much for rules. Especially not when it comes to Dom. She's wanted him since she was old enough to know what wanting meant-crushing hard on the dark, brooding boy everyone else called dangerous and her brother called family. Now she's grown. Bold. Reckless. And she's done waiting. Dom knows better. He's tried to be good. Tried to be loyal. But she's fire wrapped in a tight dress, all smart mouth and wicked smiles, and he's so goddamn tired of pretending he doesn't want her. One stolen night is all it takes to ignite something neither of them can put out-no matter how many people it burns. A scorching, forbidden romance full of sexual tension, found family, emotional scars, and the kind of bad boy who was never safe to love but impossible to resist.