Bloodlines Series

Impulsive, yes. Irresponsible, sure. Necessary, probably. Going to end badly, most likely. Does any of that matter to me? No. I decided that I can't please everyone, so this week my only goal is to please me. I’m a selfish cow, but I can’t seem to help it. I’m Clara Lord. I own Bloodline’s Tattoo Parlor and have a filthy mouth, no filter, and a really strong objection to bossy idiots, pet names, and wealthy men.

When you kill your soul mate, you don’t ever really recover. A year of trying to forget or rather move past it has taught me that you can't. It’s an impossibility to move on from that kind of horrific form of betrayal. If you’re too selfish or scared for suicide, like me, you learn to wake up every morning and follow routine. One foot in front of the other, day after day. Hollow. Lifeless. Haunted. Loving him was like the sun on a summer day. Living without him is like slowly burning to death. Torture.

My name is Sawyer Crown, I own Bloodlines Tattoo Parlor, despise drama, and have a penchant for broken women. It's a habit I intend to kick. My arrangement with Clara had been simple. We slept together if and when we wanted to. We were always best friends first. We raised Allie together with love. Four years into it, did people assume we were married? Yes. Did people assume I was Allie's father? Sure. Did I love every second of those assumptions? Most definitely.