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Wroth

The marines took me from a Tennessee farm as a boy and turned me into a hard man. Between the things I'd seen during my tour of duty and the things I'd done during my years as a member of OtherWorld, nothing could faze me. Nothing.

Except for her.

She's everything that is good in the world. At least my world. Everything I've ever done has been for her - always for her. I feel as if I need her to breathe, to feel alive. But I can't have Marissa. She's too innocent, too damn perfect. And me? I'm not good enough for that girl. She deserves better, someone who would spend his life cherishing her. Not breaking her heart.

Marissa

Between my brother and Wroth Niall, I'd been protected from the world for most of my life. You would think I was still a little girl the way they treated me. But I wasn't made out of glass. It would take a lot to break this girl. Because if a childhood cancer hadn't kicked my butt, nothing would. Right?

Wrong.

All I've ever wanted was for him to look at me: really look at me and see that I wasn't a fragile piece of porcelain that would break if he touched me. What I got was a lot more...but nowhere close to enough. Once I touched heaven - at least heaven for me - and now I didn't know how to go back to what Wroth and I had had before. I can't go back to the life I was living before my short time with Wroth. It would destroy me to stay that close when I know that I'm not what he really wants. So when my brother asked me to go on tour with him yet again, I decided to jump on that tour bus without a backward glance.

Only I wasn't prepared to be stuck on his bus.