He's all control. She's the chaos he never saw coming.

She'll burn her innocence to the ground for one more taste.

And Ghost? He'll ruin them both just to hear her scream his name.

He's the undefeated underground fighter with a filthy mouth and demons he refuses to leave behind.

She's the sharp-tongued distraction he never meant to crave.

Halston Brooks doesn't fall for bad boys-especially not cocky, tatted-up fighters with too much attitude and not nearly enough boundaries. But Ghost is a walking warning label wrapped in temptation-and when he crashes into her world, everything she thought she knew starts to unravel.

He's trouble in every possible way: raw, dangerous, emotionally off-limits.

The kind of man who gets in your head, under your skin, and between your thighs before you realize you're addicted.

Their chemistry is combustible. Their banter? Unhinged.

And the sex? So hot it should come with a goddamn warning label.