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Blurb

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who called a corrupt kingdom home sweet home.

Protected and sheltered from the worst the world had to offer, she fell in love with the crumbling city that burned and blazed around her. Every dirty corner, every scary shadow, found a place within her heart. So did a man who was violent and dangerous, just like the streets she claimed as her own.

He was all business and brutality, except when it came to her. With her, he was calm, caring, and heartbreakingly patient.

He warned her over and over that he wasn’t the man for her, but she refused to listen. She never expected either the streets or their enforcer to hurt her, since she’d given her heart so completely to both.

She should have known the streets in the Point were always going to be savage, and so was the man committed to keeping control of them in the hands of criminals and bloody kingpins.

Blindsided by a betrayal which cut so deeply she was sure the wounds would never heal, the princess fled the home she loved and the man who broke her heart. Throwing away her rusted, twisted crown was supposed to help her forget. All it did was make her long for everything she left behind.  She told herself she would never go back, but in this tormented kingdom, family is everything. Eventually, she has no choice but to return.

While she was gone, the people who loved her worked hard to make the city safe, and the man who destroyed her sank deeper into the darkness. Going back shouldn’t feel like surrender… but it does. As this pretty princess hovers on the edge of the unknown, the past attacks with a vengeance. It’s a good reminder that puppy love eventually grows up and turns into something with sharp teeth and one hell of a bite.

She never asked for the keys to the kingdom. She’d much rather go out and build her own.

 

 

The Breaking Point

 

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Excerpt

~Karsen~
Today I was finally old enough to have him.
Best. Birthday. Present. Ever.
It wasn’t uncommon for me to bop down to Booker’s place. He even left the door unlocked most days so
I could get in. We lived in a fortress that had more eyes in the sky than a casino in Vegas, so he didn’t
need to worry about simple things like locked doors. My crush on the behemoth of a man was pretty
much common knowledge all around. Booker tended to treat me like I was an annoying kid sister. But
there were times, when no one else was around, I could tell he was looking at me differently. He was
hard to read, something that kept you alive in these parts. But I spent so much time watching him, I
could see what no one else could. Those steely eyes softened, melted into a soft dove gray when he
looked at me while no one else was paying any attention.
I glanced up at the camera that I knew was tracking my every move. I gave a little wave to whomever
was monitoring the feed tonight. Race’s security guys were a part of my everyday life. Where I went,
they followed. It was sort of like having an army of overprotective big brothers. Annoying yet necessary.
It was a good thing I was obsessed with Booker. Having eyes only for him over the last few years meant I
didn’t bring boys home to meet the family. I was pretty sure trying to date a guy my own age would
have been impossible with those eagle-eyed brutes hanging around.
The butterflies in my stomach started sword fighting the closer I got to Booker’s door. I spent a lot of
time making goo-goo eyes at the giant man and aimlessly trying to make conversation with him. He was
too cold and reserved to attempt any harmless flirting, and I was always very aware of the line in the
sand where Booker was concerned. He tolerated my infatuation and presence, but he always made it
clear he was humoring me. He was the one who often reminded me there was a big, wide world out
there, ripe for the picking. He told me I should never settle. However, when I tried to explain the only
thing I was dying to experience was him, he diverted the conversation and pointedly told me that I was
way too young for him. He also believed I was way too nice. He didn’t talk about his past, or his time in
prison, but I had a feeling that wherever Noah Booker had been before made the Point look like Sesame
Street.
When I was in front of the door, I took a second to make sure my white-blonde hair was smooth and
sleek. I ran my tongue over the front of my teeth to make sure none of the plum-colored lip gloss was
stuck to the surface. I wiped my hands down the front of my black skinny jeans, the ones that made my
admittedly long legs look even longer and took a deep breath. It was now or never.
Today was the day.

 

 

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About the Author

Jay Crownover is the international and multiple New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men Series, The Saints of Denver Series, the Point Series, the Breaking Point Series, and the Getaway Series. Her books can be found translated in many different languages all around the world. She is a tattooed, crazy haired Colorado native who lives at the base of the Rockies with her awesome dogs. This is where she can frequently be found enjoying a cold beer and Taco Tuesdays. Jay is a self-declared music snob and outspoken book lover who is always looking for her next adventure, between the pages and on the road.

 

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