Please note that all proceeds from the sale of this book will be donated to the Given Limb Foundation. CONRAD I've always lived my life to the fullest. I know what I want and what I want, I get. She's delicate, beautiful, something to be kept...I can't decide what it is about her that keeps me intrigued but I want to find out. SAANVI He's larger than life, a force to be reckoned with. Posh. Petulant. Princely. God knows I need to keep this job and he knows it. I'll do anything...but it just might be willingly.

Violet Sawyer isn't everyone's cup of tea. She was born blind and is a critically acclaimed artist. She's also the quintessential alpha female - beautiful, sexy, wealthy, somewhat independent and successful. In spite of everything going well in Violet’s life, she's reckless, impulsive and at times even violent, if she feels she has been crossed. Violet doesn’t believe in love and treats men like toys. It isn't until she meets Elijah, that Violet finds herself craving the very things she's been running from for most of her life.

Daisy Stupid-as-hell, dumb-as-rocks, backward, as slow as a three-toed sloth... Those are just some of the names I've been called all my life. Pa calls me "special" though, and I believe him with all the blood in my beating heart. The rest of the names people call me...man, oh man, do they hurt...but I don't let folks know that. Until I met him. A man who's a little like me. A man who I fell in love with on the first rainy day when I saw him. Cash I'm back in town after I thought I'd left this godforsaken place behind for good. My plan is to be in and out. Revive the family business. Make some money. Try not to kill anyone... Keep it all nice and neat. But a certain woman with pretty eyes, endless curves and a smile that sets my insides on fire is making it all real difficult... It ain't easy being this way. But, if you make your bed, you must lie in it, right? A chosen few call me a hero. I say it's horse manure. Nowadays, I'm just a dude whose parts don't work as well as they used to. I've never thought of myself as being any sort of "special." Not until I met her. Not until she told me so herself.