Welcome to 1985... Claude Richards I'm a pretty relaxed guy until someone crosses the line. When she walks in, wearing a Gucci gown covered in blood, my instincts kick in. I'll protect her even though she's nothing but trouble. A debutante slumming in the roughest neighborhood should be a red flag, but I can't walk away and leave her to the wolves. Not when she smells like heaven and looks at me like I'm her knight in worn flannel. Gwendolyn Monroe To hell with it. When my fiance crosses the line, I give him exactly what he deserves. Now I'm lost and desperate without a friend in the world. The kindness of a one-armed bartender leaves me breathless and smitten. But he doesn't want the daughter of a rich banker who sold his only child to the mafia. I'm not worth the hassle. My past will catch up with me, and he's too pure for my world

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