Zandor

He swore off love.
She swore off men.
Who will cave first?

Zandor
Coming home from Italy should've been a reset, but my brothers went soft.
They broke The Bro Code.
Not the frat-boy kind. I'm talking Forever Steel rules: No attachments. No falling. No excuses.

They needed to be reminded that kitties were to be pet, not possessed.

Me? I've still got my priorities straight. Sex, ink, and zero strings.

At least I did-until she walked into my tattoo shop with a southern drawl, soft curves, and a smile sweet enough to make a sinner beg.

And this kittie, she has claws.

Bekah
After a lifetime of dealing with controlling men, I wanted a clean break.
No games. No alpha bullsh*t. No falling for charm wrapped in a chiseled jawline.

Zandor Steel was everything I swore off-tattoos, temptation, and a bad-boy smirk that promised trouble.
He's heat in human form with a filthy mouth and a reputation to match.

Unfortunately for him, I'm on a diet, one that restricts dicks.

The Bro Code was never ready for her.
And neither was I.