I get up on the wrong side of the bed . . . every single day.



They call me grumpy. A downer. Maybe even negative. But when your fiancée shatters your life into a million pieces it can take a while to heal.



Enter Gwenivere. She's ethereal, hypnotic, and completely stunning. Everything that I'm not. The night she slips into the empty chair next to me during a night out with the team feels like the shutters being thrown open in a blackened room.



Her heat pierces my tough outer shell just like a ray of light. And as I swallow her sunshine, she draws me to her. The closer I get, the more I want to claim her as mine. But she's not looking for a knight in shining armor . . . she has her own thing going on. Helping people. Healing people.



They say my heart is broken, and that I don't believe in second chances. But deep down—I do. I want to trust and let her see the real me underneath the gruff exterior.



I don't want my sweet Gwen to pay for the sins of the past. And if I let her in—let myself fall again—her soft vulnerability might be exactly what stitches me back together.



Contains mature themes.