Inked by My Protector

The man answering my roommate ad has no business being at my door.

Sloane Smith has spent three years building a life from the wreckage of losing her brother. A paramedic who runs toward the worst moments of other people's lives, she holds her own together with iron discipline and no room for complications. She doesn't need a roommate. She just needs to cover the mortgage on the house Danny never got to live in.

She didn't expect that roommate to be Colt Madden - tattoo artist, walking red flag, and the last person who saw her brother alive.

Colt came to Piper Falls for a clean slate. A new town, a new shop, and absolutely no entanglements. What he got was Danny's sister staring at him through a half-open door, looking like she'd be perfectly happy to close it in his face.

They have rules. Ground rules. Very sensible, very clear rules about what this is and what it isn't.

The rules don't survive the first month.

Enemies under one roof. A grief neither of them has finished. Walls that were built for good reasons. And a pull between them that doesn't care about any of it.

Getting under each other's skin was never the problem. Letting each other in is the terrifying part.