Kisses and Warfare by T.L. Smith

The woman he loved died.
And I’m what’s left standing.
I didn’t know I would fall for him. He is, after all, my enemy.
I set out to break his heart. And that’s what I plan to do. Splatter it into a million pieces.

He’s an asshole, you see.
He runs this town. And he thinks he can run me too.
Well, he can’t.
And he can think again.

Most women don’t fall at the feet of a man like him. No, they grovel.
Except, I can’t. Because I hate him.
Even with his rugged good looks and a demanding presence, he can’t win me.
Because I’ve played this game well.
And I will win.