When broken is all you have left, can you ever become anything else? I'm Knox Ambrose, better known as Assassin, the MMA Fighter. Women fall at my feet, I love them hard, raw and unforgiving. Shatter them and leave them to pick up the broken pieces of their soul. I'm broken. I could never be what they want me to be. I pull them under to save myself. I can't save you. Can you save me? Published by S. Horsnell T/A Cocky Romance Publishing A.B.N. 57 357 599 847

First Published 12 December 2018 I am Knox 'The Assassin' Ambrose. I loved an angel, yet couldn't keep her. These hands of mine, they make people bleed. They rain down pain upon sweet pain. Break a man's bones with just one swift southpaw to the jaw. I'm an Assassin of mens bodies and womens hearts. I don't do nice. I'm raw, rough and unwavering in my quest to be the best. I feed on my enemy's hate, turning it into power and strength. I know how to fight with my fists but I also know how to destroy you without a single touch. I fucking clawed my way to the top and that is where I'll stay. No need to seek the warmth of a woman's arms as I had them all falling at my feet, then like a south paw to the jaw she was there. Stuck in my minds eyes, haunting my dreams and etching in under my skin. The more this new beauty holds my attention, the more I lose of my angel, the one who first saved me. To top it off, she has her eyes, so every time I look at her, I'm reminded of what I've lost. She's taking over my senses and turning my brutal world upside down. Gone is the Knox my angel loved, instead I'm fighting harder than ever before. Maybe just maybe I can find that love my soul craves. Miss Blue-James; can she accept the monster I've become? She has her own deep, dark secrets and evil is chasing her tail, seeking to bring her down. But the evil hell bent on destroying her, hasn't met me yet. I won't fail her the way I failed my angel. Tick Tock goes the clock.

Timberly 1,2,3,4,5 counting was my thing I knew how many steps it took for the seedy men to arrive at my door, I knew how many steps it took to reach work, and now I know how many steps it takes for the boy with the dragon tattoo to reach me to wrap me in his arms and kiss me like he requires me to breath. Broken and loaded with such body numbing anxiety and panic attacks I shake like a leaf. I hide behind a thick veil of midnight black hair. He showed me that love happens even in the dark. His name is Ghost and is the VP to the Reapers Reign MC he's dark and has demons that rival mine own deep dark secrets he saw more than the broken girl who lives on the 6th floor of the hell that I call home in Queens. Ghost I'm completely unhinged. The Reapers Reign use me as their in-house tormenter. I love to cut and dice, oh let's not forget burn. My weapons of choice is a switchblade. Throw in a blow torch for good measure cause well why the hell not? Falling in love with me is not a fucking option, I'm the devil in a tattooed body. I'm unstable, dark, a fucken unhinged lunatic. I keep all women at arm's length. I have not encountered one yet that can handle the dark I occupy, the anger I possess. I have a dangerous desire for pain and blood, and well some get a tad squeamish. That was until I laid eyes on Timberly Roe.

We met in a nightmare that was my life. Craving. Longing. Needing. Fighting. The in-between world where time was my enemy and it held so much power over me. A hypnotic glaze of fire and ice. We met. We stared into each other’s eyes. We knew. We felt. We were destined to be. But my world was on fire. An inferno, a hell so hot even the devil stepped back. She was hiding in the dark that I breathed in. Lived in. Bathed in. The nightmares became our home as our silent world spoke loud to each other. Ghosts that never left us become louder and more present as we tried to entwine together. Confusion. Battles. Hearts. Minds. Love Become more than a fantasy as we fell and fell hard. Fleeting seconds of nightmares became alive in moments where happy could live. But then we woke up.