Broken Wings by Mackenzy Fox

GAGE:
The shadows in the dark used to haunt me. Taunt my soul. A forever reminder of what I’ve lost.
I used to live for the thrill of fighting. The blood, sweat and tears, but that seems like a distant memory now. Like it was somebody else’s life.
I exiled myself to Brooklyn, to start a new life. There are no reminders here of my wife and what I lost or what I’ve left behind.
Or so I thought.
Until I met her.
Her soft features and blonde hair are angelic. Her porcelain skin delicate and captivating, giving her full power to bring me to my knees. Her crystal blue eyes beguile me; it’s as if they stare right into my soul and can see everything.
The good. The bad. The ugly.
Reece Dalton is like Aphrodite in disguise; a goddess I should stay away from.
She has the power to undo me, that much I know.
And undo me she will, if I let her.

REECE:
I used to love the city lights, the bustling of the traffic, the nameless faces in a sea of many, now it just seems like white noise. Like most of New York.
I’ve been living a life of solitude since I lost my husband, nothing has been the same since he died, maybe it never will be.
Until Gage.
He stumbles into my life like a stick of dynamite; explosive and dangerous, but alight with sparks and embers that I can’t ignore or put out, not even if I try.
And he shouldn’t; I’m in mourning. Pining for a man I can’t have.
I try to stay away but he’s like a magnet, forcing me closer, like a moth to a flame.
He chases the demons away, almost making me forget, making the darkness brighter.
Gage Brockman is all things forbidden.
Sexy. Wild. A brute.
His warmth, his strength, the way he looks at me, it shouldn’t evoke these feelings. But it does.
And all I want to do is run.