I’m a Demon–a fun-loving, bed-hopping, vigorous force of nature. I love women, and they love me—except one.
I’m crazy for a pair of violet eyes that barely look at me, thinking she’s not worthy, and my heart breaks to know she’s damaged like me.
Harper is a part of me, my other half. If only she would open her incredible eyes and see how I feel…
I am not Shane Stevenson’s type. Men, especially hot rockers, don't go for plain girls—girls like me.
Mother drilled into me just how unattractive I am, and my track record reflects that, so why is Shane everywhere I turn? Why does he look at me like that and why does the idea of him with anyone else feel like a needle piercing my already fragile heart?
THE ROCKER WHO LOVES ME
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