"Roses are red, violets are blue. You thought you could win me over with a Martini? Bitch, I've got a Lamborghini," I smirked at him. He smiled, looking away.

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She was beautiful. He was hot.

She was nice. He hated her guts.

She drove him insane. He hated admitting she drove him nuts.

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Roxy is your typical run-off-the-mill, brown-haired sweetheart. He's your typical mysterious, sexy, successful actor. What will happen when these two cross paths........ 

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This book contains cursing, swearing and violence so viewers discretion is advised.

A Passion for Love and Revenge

Ricky's long arms encircled Cassie's waist. 


He leaned in a bit as he stared down at her. She tried to pry herself loose and when she did, she motioned for his hand, the one that had a white bandage wrapped around it. He held it high and then higher when she reached for it. His other hand was still on her lower back. 


Ricky's face was almost on hers when I looked back up. She'd stopped trying to get his hand and she was saying something to him. My heart, for some reason, skipped a beat when I saw it, the corners of his lips tugging up. 


He leaned in more as if to kiss her and she curled over his hand and shifted away from him til she could probably see the kitchen upside down. His lips ended up on her neck. 


-thirty-seven