Publisher's Synopsis
ALICEEric Knight. He was my best friend from the day he threw sand in my hair when we were three. We were inseparable after that. There were no secrets between us, we never had to pretend with each other--until the day, in our sophomore year of high school, when he told me he was leaving the next morning to go live with his dad on the other side of the country. He promised that once he was eighteen he would come back for me. Three years.Three years. I waited for him to come back to me once he turned eighteen. He never did.Now, fourteen years later he's standing on my doorstep. He doesn't look anything like the boy who left all those years ago--he's taller, bigger, tattooed. Scarier. Sexier. His chocolate-brown eyes still do to me at twenty-nine what they did to fifteen-year-old me. ERICAlice Johnson. I fell in love with her when we were kids. I hated turning my back on her and leaving her in our sophomore year of high school, but my mother was a junkie, and the court decided it would be in my best interest to live with the father I had never met. Turns out my father was the president of an MC.I've been stuck in that life for the last fourteen years. I wanted out, and I wanted her back. But what I was about to do could get us both killed. Nobody went up against my dad and lived to tell about it.Enough was enough. I had waited a long time to go get my girl, and I wasn't waiting any longer.
