A summer of f*ck buddies? Something to take the edge off? I was down. But when Chloe shows up at my hotel door, wanting to rip my head off, rather than give me head—I cared. A lot. Too much, in fact. This is turning into more. And I can’t do more. Like the ink under my skin she’s becoming permanent. Enduring. Immovable. Was I ready to let her go though? Not a f*cking chance. Stay Updated: sign up for the Elisabeth Grace’s Mailing List. Bloggers can help out by spreading the word! http://eepurl.com/bli-LP