He lifts his head, his eyes red, his hair dripping, the wet clothes clinging to every inch of his body.
“I’m sorry that I’m not… him. Not anymore.”
“I never knew him. I know you. I want you. The you in front of me now.”
“Even though I’m broken?”
“Every single jagged, fragile, imperfect piece.”
Jez is soaring, on top of the world, Grammy in my hands. Women at his feet.
But it’s one woman he wants in particular.
She is crazy, passionate, sexy, sassy…and she’s embedded herself in his brain, his heart.
And what Jez wants, Jez gets, and nothing is going to stop him making him hers.
But as they say, how the mighty can fall and in a split second his whole life comes crashing down around him.
And as he tries to put together the pieces of his life, fate brings him face to face with the one woman who can heal him.
If only, she wasn’t broken herself.