“What’s your vice, Red?” Tate Bishop forced his way into my life unannounced and asked me that one simple question. I didn’t know anything about him, but everyone around me seemed to. One glance into his dark, devilish eyes tells me all I need to know. He’s trouble but not just any kind. His kind of trouble is a sweet temptation. I’ve tasted danger and planned to stay as far away from it as possible after committing a crime in self-defense. The only catch—trouble keeps showing up wherever I go, and the more I try it, the sweeter it tastes. I might not know everything there is to know about Tate, but there is one thing I’m almost certain of. We’re about to be added to each other’s list of sins. We met at a court-ordered Anonymous United meeting for alcoholics, addicts, and outcasts. That means I’m not the only one with a secret to hide. Knowing that keeps me cautious.