Many women have fallen for the wrong men. I'm not the first. Hell, history is full of them. Helen of Troy. Anne Boleyn. Bonnie Parker. Elizabeth Kendall.

But me? I've outdone them all.

Because Jericho Fox isn't just any man. He's my mother's ex. My obsession. My ruin waiting to happen. Every time he looks at me, every time he says my name, I feel the fire of temptation clawing through my veins.

Loving him has doom written all over it.

But still, I crave him.

Eat your heart out, Juliet Capulet.