I spent six weeks screwing Austin Wright’s brains out and all I got was this broken heart. He can’t be trusted. Not with my body or my heart. Yet, two years have passed and I still crave him like an addict needing a fix. The last time we tried this, it nearly ruined me. I know I should run and never look back. But his dark haunted eyes and razor blade smile speak to my soul. His touch sets my body on fire. And we all know what happens when you light gasoline. Someone is bound to get burned. A second chance might destroy us both. Because everyone knows two wrongs don’t make a Wright.