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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who called a corrupt kingdom home sweet home.

Protected and sheltered from the worst the world had to offer, she fell in love with the crumbling city that burned and blazed around her. Every dirty corner, every scary shadow, found a place within her heart. So did a man who was violent and dangerous, just like the streets she claimed as her own.

He was all business and brutality, except when it came to her. With her, he was calm, caring, and heartbreakingly patient.

He warned her over and over that he wasn’t the man for her, but she refused to listen. She never expected either the streets or their enforcer to hurt her, since she’d given her heart so completely to both.

She should have known the streets in the Point were always going to be savage, and so was the man committed to keeping control of them in the hands of criminals and bloody kingpins.

Blindsided by a betrayal which cut so deeply she was sure the wounds would never heal, the princess fled the home she loved and the man who broke her heart. Throwing away her rusted, twisted crown was supposed to help her forget. All it did was make her long for everything she left behind. She told herself she would never go back, but in this tormented kingdom, family is everything. Eventually, she has no choice but to return.

While she was gone, the people who loved her worked hard to make the city safe, and the man who destroyed her sank deeper into the darkness. Going back shouldn’t feel like surrender… but it does. As this pretty princess hovers on the edge of the unknown, the past attacks with a vengeance. It’s a good reminder that puppy love eventually grows up and turns into something with sharp teeth and one hell of a bite.

She never asked for the keys to the kingdom. She’d much rather go out and build her own.Books in Series:The Breaking Point Series by Jay CrownoverBooks by Author:Jay Crownover Books

The only way to make her his forever . . . was for him to set her free for now.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who called a corrupt kingdom home sweet home.

Protected and sheltered from the worst the world had to offer, she fell in love with the crumbling city that burned and blazed around her.

Every dirty corner, every scary shadow, found a place within her heart, and so did a man who was just as violent and dangerous as the streets she so innocently strolled.

He was all business and brutality, except when it came to her.

With her, he was calm, caring, and heartbreakingly patient with her foolishly hopeful infatuation.

He warned her over and over again that he wasn"t the man for her, but she refused to listen.

She never expected either the streets or their enforcer to hurt her, since she had given her heart so completely to both . . . but that was a misguided, na"ve expectation.

She should have known the streets in the Point were always going to be savage, and so was the man committed to keeping control in the hands of criminals and kingpins.

Blindsided by a betrayal that cut so deeply she was sure the wounds would never heal, the princess fled the home she loved and the man who broke her heart.

Throwing away her rusted, twisted crown was supposed to help her forget; instead, all it did was make her long for everything she left behind.

She told herself she would never go back, but in this tormented kingdom, family is everything, so she has no choice but to return.

While she was gone, the people who loved her worked hard to make the city safe, and the man who destroyed her sank deeper into the darkness.

Going back shouldn"t feel like surrender . . . but it does.

As this pretty princess hovers on the edge of the unknown, the past comes at her with a vengeance, reminding her that puppy love eventually grows and turns into something with sharp teeth and one hell of a bite.

She never asked for the keys to the kingdom. She"d much rather go out and build her own.

Two days before high school graduation

Finally!

It felt like I"d been waiting forever for my eighteenth birthday. I was counting down the days with a fervor that was different and more desperate than most teenagers. Nothing magical happened at eighteen, but I"d been longing to be considered an adult ever since I was sixteen. Hell, I"d felt like a damn adult much longer than the last two years. That"s what happened when you grew up on the fringes of a place like the Point and had parents who were more concerned with ruining their lives than making their children"s lives better.

It didn"t matter how grown up I felt or even how mature I acted. Until I was eighteen, I was considered a kid, a child, someone too young and too inexperienced to know what they really wanted. Or, in my case, whom they really wanted. I was sick to death of everyone in my life acting like I couldn’t make up my own mind. They took it upon themselves to decide what was best for me and who should and shouldn"t be allowed in my life.

I was tired of hearing how big the world was and how there was so much out there for me to explore and experience. I felt like I was being shoved out the door under the pretense of it being for my own good. I wasn"t stupid. The people who loved me the most wanted me away from the person I loved the most. They never bothered to try and hide it.

I had no plans to leave the Point. It was ugly, mean, hard, and unforgiving, but these streets were home and I couldn’t imagine being happy anywhere else. This place had long since made my hands and the edges of my soul dirty. It was something I would be hard-pressed to hide should I go anywhere else. I"d have to spend my days trying to camouflage the filth I was so familiar with. Here, no one looked twice at the pretty teenager with shadows in her eyes and blood on her hands. I was one of many.

I wasn"t interested in leaving behind my sister or her fianc", Race. We were an odd, dysfunctional family, but we made it work.

I didn’t want to be too far away from my mother, who was living in a group home as she slowly, painfully tried to recover from her alcoholism and PTSD from an accident she caused that ended up taking the life of a young mother and her child.

But more than anything, I absolutely didn"t want to leave him.

I couldn"t imagine a day going by without catching a glimpse of Noah Booker. I mean, he was impossible to miss. Six-and-a-half-feet tall, body built like a professional athlete, dark and brooding with the prettiest gunmetal-gray eyes, he was the entirety of every one of my teenage fantasies. I barely noticed the jagged scar dividing one side of his face. White and raised, it cut one of his black eyebrows in half, slashed over a high cheekbone, and ended somewhere under the chiseled edge of his hard jaw. He never talked about it, but Race, Booker"s boss, let it slip that Booker got the scar when he was locked up. Or maybe it wasn’t as much of a slip-up as a thinly veiled warning. Race never kept it much of a secret that my infatuation with his massive, dangerous, ex-con enforcer made him extremely uncomfortable. He"d warned me over and over again that Booker wasn"t for me. And he"d made it clear to the man who broke knees and smashed heads for a living that he was to stay as far away from me as possible.

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