I saw her for the first time dancing by the fire. With her arms high above her head, and her plump lips singing along, I thought I’d never seen a woman more alive. Completely opposite of me. Repetition, consistency, and control have left my life without meaning. But then there was Theodora. Keeping me on my toes and forcing me to have new experiences. The only problem with capturing a wild creature is they were always meant to live free. I saw him for the first time sitting on a rock, spying on me like a creeper. With a perpetual scowl that didn’t even break when I took my clothes off, I thought I’d never seen a man more serious. Completely opposite of me. In my world, chaos is a certainty and laws are bendable, if not breakable. But then there was Lawrence. The only problem with trying to shake up his world is I don’t always know when to quit.

In a family like mine, you’re not expected to do better. You toe the line. You walk the line. You stay in the lines. It’s been this way for generations. Until me. My dreams are bigger than what can fit in a travel trailer. My mind wants more than to hammer nails all day. And worst of all, my body craves something a woman can’t give me. But I can hide in my lies. I’ve been doing it my whole life. Then came Mark. Loud. Unapologetic. A human wrecking ball determined to crash through my walls, all while wearing an animal print, sequined Gucci pantsuit. The lines are no longer straight. My neatly drawn path is gone. But he’s about to show me how to handle the curves. \*Each book in the Traveler Series can be read as a standalone, but if you don't start with book #1, there will be spoilers from previous books.

Being a gypsy means going into an arranged marriage. My siblings fought against it, but not me. Having a woman who was raised to be a wife, a mother, and warm body for me to sink into? Sounded good to me. Unfortunately, my new wife is not what I was expected. She’s mouthy, bratty, and gets on my last nerve. But I’m no quitter and I’m not afraid to put in the work. So, I romanced my wife. I gave her time and space. I had patience. I realized she was fighting a much bigger battle than I had even known. She’s spent her life being told she’s evil and cursed. That’s not who she is. She’s beautiful, smart, and has big dreams. She’s more than a bride to be sold off. More than a prize to be won. Now, more than ever, I’m determined to be her champion. The only thing she wants is freedom. And now that she has it, will she choose me?