I’ll be the first ever to admit which i live at extremes. After heading ten years locked in what sensed like a dysfunctional marriage, I’m right now decidedly boy-free. In nearly three years I’ve got no boyfriends, no flings, no times no sex. With regard to my dream profession, the sacrifice has been easy.

At least it had been.

Until he arrived.

Lukas Hendricks. He’s rude, gorgeous, arrogant-a stone-carved wall structure of muscles and distraction. He’s everything I know in order to avoid but there is no avoiding your next-door neighbor. Ok last one. The man today lives three methods from me and to make issues worse, he crashed into my entire life while I had been calm in the tub-mortifying to state the least and it proceeded to go something similar to this: I had been exposed. He appeared. He laughed.

And then I locked myself out.

In short, Lukas Hendricks was trouble right away. And me?

I was-for the very first time in years-about to become screwed.

Contains mature themes.