©2017 Brill Harper (P)2017 Brill Harper
They call me Anvil.
It's not my real name, but that's what it feels like when my meaty fist comes down on you if you misbehave in the road house where I work.
I've seen some crazy stuff as a bouncer. I thought I'd seen it all.
But I've never seen anything like her. Just one look and I knew my life was never going to be the same.
She's sweet, innocent, and looking for trouble.
She found it.
I'm big and mean and more trouble than she ever imagined. I'm going to mess up all her carefully laid plans. And I'm going to make her mine.
I'm a careful girl. Life is too dangerous not to be. I have a plan. Goals. And none of them include an overly-muscled, tattooed, possessive bouncer with an eye patch from the road house just outside of city limits.
I just wanted one night off from being perfect, boring, and careful.
He's too much man for a girl like me. Too intense. Too visceral.
But I don't think he's going to let me go.
Author's Confession: I don't even know if this could happen in real life. Luckily, it's a book. That means the hot, tatted, beardy bouncer can totally take one look at the virgin college student studying actuarial science and know he's going to marry the shit out of her. Right?