Men of Steel

It all started with a fake date …CarlyThey say don't judge a book by its cover, but as an avid reader of those kinds of books-and a proud member of my mom's book club-I know better.So when I laid eyes on a hot, tattooed, pierced bad boy with milk chocolate eyes and hair that begs to be tugged, I knew I was in trouble. The way he looks at me? Let's just say, I haven't felt this kind of heat since my last spicy read.It's lust at first sight.But there's one tiny problem.I'm a virgin.Okay, two problems. He's my overprotective cousin's best friend.JaseI know that look. I've seen it more times than I can count-and I know exactly what it means.She wants me.The hot, nerdy little blonde with big blue eyes, a killer body, and that sweet, innocent energy that makes me want to ruin her in the best possible way.And I want her too.Only thing is, she's off-limits. Best friend's cousin. Not to mention, I'm not exactly Prince Charming. I'm more … Prince Albert.No strings. No fairy tales. Just heat.But Carly? She's making everything … hard.One fake date. One off-limits bad boy. One virgin who just might ruin his no-strings streak for good.

He said no more than three hookups.She only needed one.CyrusTruthI know who I am. I'm Cyrus Steel; son, brother, uncle, friend to people I choose to bring into my life.TruthI can fuck up anyone I want.TruthI'm aware of the devastation I can, and have caused.TruthI can't change the past, but I choose how to live in the present.TruthI like to fuck, and I will do a chick better than she's ever been done. Hard and wild. No more than three hook-ups. No expectations, no one gets hurt. As long as she agrees … it's on.One of my favorite tattoos bridges my V, and it reads 'Truth.'A constant reminder of who I was and who I am now.TaraI wasn't sure I knew how to, or even if I should tell him there was no one who loves me.Tony was the last person to say those words to me, and he hadn't meant it. He just wanted to use me. Sell my innocence.This beautiful man underneath me hadn't used me; he didn't even know me. But he thought I was beautiful, and didn't try to change me into someone I'm not. Even though I hope I never see Tony again, I wish I could tell him that I got to choose.For JusticeCan truth be seen when walls are built for protection, for self-preservation?Will self-doubt and years of pain that clouds two hearts keep them from finding their truth… their justice?