How many years did I drag my ass from one small town to another, singing and bartending to make ends meet? I’ve lost count. As a matter of fact, I lost every memory of my life before the age of seventeen. And that’s not even the weirdest part. At night, in my dreams, I’m guided by a drop-dead gorgeous, panty-wetting fantasy who makes my body sing and claims to be my Guardian.
When the stunning man miraculously shows up on my doorstep, I don’t know whether to jump his bones or shoot him in the head. But the second his lips touched mine, it triggered an explosion of suppressed memories I was better off not knowing. And the things that go bump in the night? Yeah, those are real, and apparently, I’m some prophesied bringer of peace to all the monsters.
Not sure what dickwad wrote that thing, but this girl can’t even get through her day without coffee. How the hell does Mr. Tall Dark And Handsome expect me to face off with my greatest fear and embrace my so-called destiny?
We are so screwed.