Is it possible to pick that one defining moment in life that fucked you up? Can anyone look back on their life and pinpoint the exact minute it happened? I used to believe that I wasn’t fucked up. I had absolutely no reason to be. Until I met him. Axel Rye. Yes. He fucked me up. He really fucked me up. It all started so simply. I only wanted to write a book about the dark, gritty world of nightclubs, booze, drugs, and sex. I didn’t expect to be sucked in to the point where I could no longer see the light. But I became weak. Axel Rye made me weak. He was wrong in every way. He was a drug dealer, a criminal, and someone your parents told you to stay away from. Yet, he became my drug, and I shook in need until my next fix. I was delicate. He was scarred. But together…together we became delicate scars. NOTE: this book is a greatly revised version of a previously released book no longer available titled Ruby Rose.