Dakota Gray

I’m a saint. On paper. I have a stable job as a personal trainer. My side hustle involves taking people out on hikes and pushing them to their limits. I love my friends and family equally. Every now and again, I need the itch between my shoulder blades branded with scratch marks. I’m haunted by that phantom ache when Nina Williams walks into my life to hire me for a hiking contest. Killer, dimpled smile, potty mouth, sharp mind and a confidence that makes me want to beg. She doesn’t want to want me. Yet, with a past as complicated and dark as mine, we’re destined to cross every line she puts in place. If I were truly a good guy, I would have wished her luck and turned her away. But how can I? That nameless thing inside me that feeds on sex, adventure and the promise of redemption just got invited to play.

There is Nate's side of the story and then there's mine. Some things he's gotten right. Others he has no clue about. What's the truth? It's not going to take you long to hate him. His very existence. Because he's a charming bastard, you're going to fall for him, too. He's honest even when it hurts. He deserved every bit of my revenge. Sex with him unmakes your world. That's just the truth of the matter. Don't ever let him put his mouth on you. He'll own you. Every part of you. I didn't heed that advice. So, no, I'm not sorry for destroying his world. This is the real story between me and Nate. *Scenes from PERV are included as this is a retelling from the heroine's POV.

I'm honest about what I am. You want to screw until you can't see straight? I'm your guy. You want to experience the best oral orgasm of your life, don't pass go and collect two-hundred dollars. Eating you for dessert is my specialty. I live for that. Skinny, average or meat on your bones, I don't care. Blonde, brunette...white, Asian, black... Are you pink where it counts? Then you're my type. I'm your guy. For the duration of our affair, I will call you Sugar because I can't bother to retain your name. That's the kind of man I am, and you will know that going in. I make sure of it. So it's not my fault her friend loved me, but She is going to make me pay for that. And I'm too addicted to her taste to walk away.