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Zirah:

A single, coffee-stained piece of paper destroyed my world. I refuse to let it break me. Grabbing a duffle bag of clothes and my beloved violin, I run fast and far from all I've ever known. When this fresh start lands me in the arms of a heavily-inked tattoo artist, I convince myself I'm free of the ugliness. But how can I trust him when every relationship in my life was built on lies?

Dennis:

I don't do innocent. Still, something about my new neighbor draws me in. Most likely her dimples—I'm a sucker for those. Whatever it is, I must proceed with caution with Z. The scars she carries cut deep, making her wary of love. When I make a stupid mistake that breaks Z's trust, can I earn back what's been lost? Or will I add a fresh bruise to her battered heart?