So what’s the problem?
I’m far from perfect and I’m no one’s idea of a good girl. I know that, but I’ve wanted Patrick ever since the first night we met. Ever since I kissed him and… well, did decidedly ungood-girl things to him in the front seat of his car. The same night he gently but firmly shut me down completely with a it was nice to meet you, Cari.

I know he’s out of my league, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting him. And if the way he looks at me when he thinks no one is paying attention is any indicator, he wants me too. But he’ll never make a move on me. Not unless I make him.

That’s what my friend Tess says. She thinks all Patrick needs is a little... push.

The last thing I expected was for him to push back.

CLAIMING CARI
I’m the good Gilroy.
Not the serious one—the control freak who doesn’t know how to smile and had his entire life planned before he was old enough to drink and certainly not the one who runs around sticking his d**k into anything with a pulse.
I’m Patrick Gilroy.
Thoughtful. Considerate. Dependable.
Mr. Nice Guy.
That’s how Cari used to see me.
But that was before.
Before she moved in and made my life a living hell. Made me want things I’d convinced myself I could never have. Things that made me question who I really am.
And how far I’m willing to go to get them.
Because I never wanted to be just her friend. I’ve always wanted more.
A lot more.
Now that she’s pushed me over the edge, she’s going to find out just how much.
Now that I’ve had her, I’m not going to stop until I take it all.
Now I’m going to finish what Cari started.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.

**REACHING RYAN**

Ryan is broken.

Damaged beyond repair. Angry and hostile toward everyone around him. Everyone but me. It makes no sense. We’re strangers. We barely know each other. But there’s no denying the way I feel when I see him. The things I want when he touches me. He tells me those things are impossible. That the way I feel is wrong. That what I want will never happen. Can’t happen. I should be afraid of him, but I’m not. I should stay away from him, but I can’t. Because I know Ryan isn’t as broken as he seems. He isn’t as unreachable as he wants to be. And if he’d let me in, what we could be together could fix us both.

**GIVING GRACE**

I’m the broken Gilroy.

Delilah Fiorella represents everything I hate.

Wealth.

Privilege.

Power.

She runs the New York club scene—where she goes, Manhattan’s wasted elite are sure to follow. I run security for the city’s hottest nightclubs—clubs my billionaire brother just happens to own. Not a night goes by that she and her entourage aren’t causing me grief, one way or another.

I’ve come to accept Delilah Fiorella and her spoiled, rich-girl antics are a permanent fixture in my life. I tell myself I won’t let anyone else deal with her bullsh*t because her sister is my brother’s woman—that makes her family. What I won’t admit to anyone, not even to myself, is that she kissed me once. She was just a kid—barely legal—and too blitzed to realize what she was doing or who she was doing it to... but five years later, I still can’t get the taste of her out of my mouth. My hands still remember what she feels like writhing beneath them.

And no matter what it makes me, I want to do it again.

When she’s drugged in one of my clubs and someone tries to kidnap her, I feel responsible.

When I find out someone is stalking her, threatening to hurt her, I take it personally.

When my brother asks me to protect her, I reluctantly agree.

Delilah doesn’t want my protection. She wants to tease me. Torture me. Drive me crazy.

And I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t love every f*cking minute of it.

She’s spoiled and sheltered. Pampered and Indulged. Lives in an Ivory Tower where someone like me will never be welcome. That’s okay—I don’t need an invitation. I don’t need permission.
Because the demons inside me have been unleashed and they’ll stop at nothing to protect her and they’ll crawl to hell and back to make her mine.

My name hasn’t always been Logan and I haven’t always been a Bright.

Once upon a time, my name was Matthew Collins and my father is The Family Man, one of the most brutal and notorious serial killer this country has ever known. When I was nine years old, he killed my mother… and then he just kept on killing.

Who I am has always been a secret. What I’ve been through and the things that I’ve seen have always been off-limits. Something I don’t talk about. Not with anyone—not even my brothers—and if anyone gets too close to the truth about me or if one of father’s followers manages to find me, I do what I always do.

I run.

That’s what I should be doing right now.

I should be running.

Because not only does Jane Halstead know every one of my dark family secrets, she’s determined to drag them and me into the light. Jane knows everything about me but it doesn’t seem to matter. Every time I try to put any sort of distance between us, scare her into leaving me alone, she just closes the gap and refuses to listen.

She keeps getting closer and closer. Throws off the delicate balance between who I really am and who I pretend to be.

Even though I’m the monster, Jane’s the one who scares me.

I hate her for it.

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