He was my perfect act of rebellion. He became so much more . . .



All I wanted was to be free for just one night. Free to make my own mistakes, to do something daring and crazy. Something my parents would hate. Chase was perfect in that capacity.



He was everything I could ever want in a one-night stand. The sexy-as-hell bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks was a walking, talking, fantasy come to life. My fantasy.



He turned my world upside down that night. And it wasn't until I saw him a year later that I realized I'd never really gotten over him. The scary part? Chase never forgot about me, either.



He wants to be with me. I want to be with him more than I want my next breath. But I can't afford to fall for that hard body and those soft eyes. We're from two different worlds and things between us could never work out long-term.



I mean, one-night stands never lead to happily ever after . . . do they?



Contains mature themes.