KNOX BOOKISH BABES PREORDER Last Call

It’s all fun and games until your ex-boyfriend moves in with you. 

All I want is to get over him. But he has other plans.

It’s easy to ignore the chisel of his jaw when he lives all the way across the hall. I can forget about his insane, tattooed body—like somebody doodled on a marble statue—when we’re hanging out with our friends. It’s possible to quit dreaming about that one unforgettable piercing of his. Theoretically.

Until he moves in with me.

I’m still not over how he dumped me out of the blue only to parade all over my broken heart with a tattooed goddess on his arm. He can stare at me all day with a smolder so hot, it drops all panties in a ten foot radius. I’m not doing it again.

But he pushes the line until it’s in my lap, and by that time, there’s no resisting him. 

Even knowing he’ll only ruin me again.