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You know that old saying…. He's the next big thing. Yeah, that was me. I was a rising star, and I couldn't have been happier. Fame, money, women at every turn. I had it all, until the day my world came crashing in. I never fathomed this would be my life. But here I am, a single dad at 28, and I have no clue what I'm doing. I pray every day I'm giving her the best life, 'cause it's the only one I know. The minute I had lost everything and had nothing left to give. Charlee showed up.

Have you ever wanted to go back? I’ve contemplated it every day, for the last six years. Knowing that once I did, I’d wreck everything all over again, but still - I dream. Until last night. My past came back to me. As I finished my set, looking through the smoke and flashing lights, I see him. The wreckage still written on Chord’s face tells me hell’s coming.

When Lachlan Daly forced himself into my life, I fought like hell to keep him at a distance. He invaded every part of my being with his rugged good looks and charm. I wish I would’ve known the secrets and lies that laid behind those whiskey-colored eyes. Because the minute I let him in, betrayal wasn’t far behind. Between his deception and his brother lies, I’m not sure who I fell in love with. One thing I do know, it’s time for a rebellion. There’s something to be said for shots of whiskey - straight. 

Lachlan Daly makes me feel everything I swore I never would. One glance into those whiskey-colored eyes and I’m lost. His on-again, off-again desire for me has my head spinning and my pulse pounding. The minute I think I have it figured out, I find myself making decisions that we both will regret. Ink and whiskey have a way of making the truth come out. 

Looking back over the past few months, I never imagined I’d be standing here asking for forgiveness. Wanting her was never in the plans, but when your heart knows, you find yourself needing everything that is her. I made my way back home broken and lost, refusing to connect to my old life, to who I am. Afraid of what I might find, hating myself for hiding untold truths.