Rebel by KB Cinder

Coloring in the lines isn’t for me.
Neither is the quiet life.
I party hard every step of the way.
Maybe a little too hard.
Now I’m in quite the pickle, and my family is desperate to wrangle me in.
I guess the law is too, judging by the sexy ankle bracelet I’m rocking for the next few months.
I’ve traded in groupie life for group therapy, where I met the man whose motorcycle and tats haunt daddies’ dreams everywhere.
The man who’s as infuriating as he is sexy.
In Lev Rebel, I might’ve finally met my wild child match.
Every day I spend with him, I lose my mind a little more.
But in the end, I might lose my heart, too.