Jace Lynn Krier is loud, unhinged, impossible to tame, and the last thing I should want. She is the needle already buried deep in my vein. Nothing more than a bad habit. But she’s a walking temptation I tell myself to stay away from, and the chaos and reckless smile that comes with it. I shouldn’t let her crawl under my skin, but she manages to crack my control and spike my pulse every time she looks at me with those wicked eyes. All I want to do is ruin her, drag her somewhere, and break her. Make her scream my name until she forgets her own. I’m not a good man. I’m not a hero. I’ve got blood on my hands, created by broken rules, fists, and a past that won’t stay buried, and Lynn—the Hellcat? She doesn’t give a shit. She keeps coming closer, loves to poke the beast, and finds out how savage I can be to keep what’s mine. Lynn Jace Davenport is silent as stone, twice as hard, and colder than a frozen lake. A man out of ice, but he burns me alive. He thinks he scares me off with his icy, deadly glare, but he’s wrong. Chaos and cold don’t scare me—I thrive in it. He’s a challenge I can’t resist conquering. Every pissed-off growl makes me grin. Every shove makes me push back harder. And every time he tells me he doesn’t want me, his hands tell a different story when he leaves bruises on my skin like signatures. He may call me trouble, but he’s the storm. Every touch is a bruise, every kiss a threat, and I want more. I want him to lose control and tear me apart until I’m nothing but a trembling confession in his hands. My goal is to make him snap, to teach me exactly where to hit when I decide to break his ice and make him mine. He’s ice. I’m chaos. Together, we’re a dirty disaster waiting to happen.