Dangerous. Sexy. Damaged.
These are the words used to describe Justin Brown.
Intelligent. Capable. Responsible.
These are the words used to describe Lindsay Cramer.
Irresistible. Addicting. Passionate.
These are the words used to describe their relationship.
Good girl Lindsay Cramer has her life completely in order, and she keeps her goals on a checklist -- obtain scholarship to Ivy League University, finish undergrad, and move on to med school. She’s worked hard to get where she is, and she’s determined not to let anything – or anyone -- get in her way.
Until she meets Justin Brown. JB is gorgeous, and the kind of guy who is all wrong for Lindsay -- the kind of guy who is all wrong for anyone . He drinks, he fights, and he has a secret past Lindsay’s not so sure she wants to know about.
But when the two of them are together, Lindsay can’t help but lose herself in him. It’s the way his eyes burn when he looks at her. The way his smile makes her dizzy. The way his hands feel on her body.
Soon, Lindsay and Justin are completely addicted to each other. But when their dangerous game culminates with Lindsay having to make a shocking choice, will she be able to keep JB in her life? And if so, will she lose everything in the process?
***DANGEROUSLY DAMAGED is the first episode of a new series, ADDICTED TO YOU, with episodes releasing every week. It is for a mature audience, due to sexual situations and language.***
I hesitated. Should I really be doing this?
A weird shiver of fear slid up my spine. I had no idea who this guy was, or what he was doing here. Last night he was acting like a complete thug, and tonight he was dressed like an investment banker. Every part of me was screaming that this guy was bad news.
But I didn’t care. Something about him was captivating me, pushing me toward
him and whatever that entailed, even if it turned out to be bad.
I headed out the door, and as I walked back across campus, I had to resist the urge to run. Justin was unpredictable – what if I got back there, and he was gone?
But he wasn’t gone. He was sitting on a bench.
“Ready?” he asked.
I took a deep breath. “Ready.”