When you grow up in a family like mine, it's easy to identify the kind of men that are bad news. They're the ones with experience. The ones with secrets. The ones that exude sex just by saying your name. From the moment I laid eyes on Lorenzo, I knew he wasn't just bad news. He was the headline. But my head and my heart are at war. He's too mysterious, too gorgeous, too wild, and now, he wants me. I should run far away. So why am I racing toward him?
I'm totally going to get burned. I know it. A man like Lorenzo won't leave me unscathed. He'll make ashes of me.
