Description:'And she was just a girl—she was only nineteen, or I’d eat my baton. I knew I just had a couple of years on her, but… I felt protective. I liked that titanium spine. I liked the gunpowder taste she left in my mouth when she turned her sour puss my way, sparking like a fire-cracker and spoiling for a fight. I respected the audacity she had, the sheer will it took to simply exist as she did.
I liked her.
Maybe I shouldn’t, but I did. And no way in hell was I going to send her back to the goddamn Terrace. I’d build her her own g**damn house, right next to mine, if I had to...'
Dylan McIntyre is new to the police force, but not to the streets. Raised as the scion of a local kingpin, he understands the minds of criminals a little too well. When he arrives at the gas station on the outskirts of town, all of his alarm bells start ringing when he sees the car left in the lot. Something is wrong, very wrong...
Riley Delmonte grew up in the bad neighborhood Dylan can never forget, and does her best to walk the line until she has to make a choice between running and giving in to the local villain. The only thing she remembers from the worst day of her life is the face of the policeman who saves her, and the only thing she wants is her freedom--from the 'hood, from men, from everything. But to get that, she has to hide first, and the only place that's safe is the one she would never choose to go... Home with Dylan McIntyre, the cop.
There is a brief walk on the dark side, a real touch of grit, and a glimpse into evil in this book--but only a glimpse. This is a totally safe, sweet-yet-extremely smutty KD story with all the good stuff: a brooding, possessive alpha suffering from a dark history and performing heroic acts for the incredibly sassy woman he can't live without–even though they just met. The Innocent series, all stand alone stories about sassy virgins and the possessive, wounded alphas that have just got to claim them.