Description:Who says good guys always win?
Sometimes there is a need for an actual bad to the bone man.
Do I need a man?
Nope.
Do I want a man?
No, not really.
Who needs one when I already have a stalker that doesn’t take the hint. But my neighbor sends my stalker running and my heart to pounding. I never knew what my type of man was until I met Jag. Now my type happens to be tatted up, bearded bad a** biker. Who happens to have a soft spot for animals.
He claims I chase his demons away, but really he is helping me to heal and finally take a breath of fresh air.
Love is for fools
Love doesn’t exist in my world. I have too many demons that want to play. I don’t dare get close to a woman. Primarily, my neighbor, she is too good, too pure for me. All I would do is bring her down. But the pull to be near is too strong. Do I dare give in to what I want? Do I dare chance my demons ruining her?