Our moms were best friends. There wasn't much more to it than that. Every holiday, vacation and weekend, I was forced to spend time with Jax and his family. When I was four years old and he drenched my favorite blouse in ketchup, Jax and I became arch enemies...and then - somehow - we became best friends. But like I said, there wasn't much more to it than that. Mostly. Okay, so of course I liked him a little. How could I not? Even though Jax was annoying at times, he was also funny, athletic, popular, and downright hot, and I was his nerdy little best friend. He was my protector, the one who rescued me countless times from countless threats. We shared more than just friendship... Until the death of Jax's mother. The grief drove a wedge between us, and only so much more grief would follow. But pain has a way of tearing people apart, only to force them back together again. That's what happened to us. And, unfortunately, the only way around pain is through it. Trigger Warning: This book contains references to physical abuse and sexual trauma. Please read cautiously, and remember to take care of yourself.

Ceres wasn't even born when she was taken away from her family who she now has no knowledge of. Her life with her mother was far from perfect, in between all the drugs and alcohol, it was only a matter of time before she completely spiraled down and once when she finally hit rock bottom, she made sure that Ceres would never forget it. After the suicide of her mother, she is told that she is going to be moving in with her family and that they are going to take real good care of her but she wasn't sure as she didn't even know who 'they' were. She is in for the surprise of her life when she finds out about her father and six older brothers. [I've noticed this a lot so I just want to make it clear that this book has no mafia/gang related activity]