Allison Rose Grant. Ally, Baby, Princess, depending on who's speaking, has lived her entire life inside a glass dollhouse. The only child of one of the wealthiest families, she was raised to be perfect in every way: flawless ballerina, flawless student, flawless daughter. But behind the bows and sundresses, only her cousin Ada knows how cracked she really is.
She was on the brink of her dream, set to dance the lead in Giselle. Then came the phone call that shattered everything. Her parents never made it home from their long-overdue honeymoon. With them went her stage, her spotlight, her future. Now she plays the role of the flawless girl because it's all she's ever known, her parents' plans for her still echoing like shackles, an arranged life with someone equally polished, equally perfect.
Two years later, she can't bring herself to want anymore.
And then he comes crashing in. Reagan Diamant Hunter. Biker king. Leather, tattoos, piercings, the exact kind of man her parents warned her about. The kind of man who lived by his own rules. Take what you want, give nothing back, and never, ever let anyone close enough to touch him.
She was sundresses, bows, and polite smiles.
He was asphalt, tattoo, steel, whiskey, and danger.
Exactly the kind of man her parents warned her about.
But storms don't ask permission before they wreck you. And Reagan Diamant Hunter isn't just tearing Ali's perfect little world apart, he's rebuilding her from the ashes, piece by piece, until she belongs to him.
Or maybe it's Allison who rewrites his whole life.
She looks up at me, taking a step forward and smiling slightly, "How can I ever get hurt when I have you here to protect me?"
"But you could have gotten hurt," I murmur softly, hanging my head and feeling my shoulders drop, the tension seeping from my body.
"No. Stop," She cuts me off sternly but tenderly, "Don't talk like that, Reece. I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay," She speaks softly, reaching her hand up to gently brush her thumb over my cheek, just under the cut that's there.
"We're okay," I repeat, taking a small step closer to her.
She nods with a small smile, moving her hand down from my cheek and instead placing the palm of her hand on my chest, right over my heart. I know she can feel how fast my heart is beating. I just don't know why it's doing that.
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Reece Carter is the bad boy of Northwood High. He smokes and he fights. He has countless tattoos covering his body. And he doesn't care about anything or anyone else.
Layla Stevens is your average seventeen year-old girl, just trying to get through high school, with the friends she loves and doing the things she loves.
When these two cross paths accidentally in an unusual way, they leave and never expect to speak to each other again.
But fate has other plans.
Layla finds her way into Reece's life and Reece doesn't know what to do about it. This ray of Sunshine suddenly meant something to him. She understood him when it seemed like no one else did.
And he protected her from everyone who tried to hurt His Sunshine.
Get ready for a story filled with bad pick-up lines, twin telepathy and a lot of fighting. Like, a LOT. Thanks for that one, Reece.