The bad boy. The fuck up. The thief. That was me.Once a king, now a wanderer. I'd thrown the best parts of me away, over and over again.I was reckless. Still am. I'd been exiled. Twice.I did my time. I've cleaned up. Well, sort of.I got plans. Yeah, good ones.Then I ran into her. A bolt of lightning-startling, unsettling, breathtaking, out of reach.The woman I once scorned years ago is now the woman I can't live without. I need what I didn't think I'd ever need again. I want and want and want.Torture.She's the epicenter of the war I've triggered, of the battle in my rusted heart. I may be as reckless as I ever was, but I'm determined as fuck. To hell with it. I want it all.