Zandor

He swore off love.She swore off men.Who will cave first?ZandorComing home from Italy should’ve been a reset, but my brothers went soft.They broke The Bro Code.Not the frat-boy kind. I’m talking Forever Steel rules: No attachments. No falling. No excuses.They needed to be reminded that kitties were to be pet, not possessed.Me? I’ve still got my priorities straight. Sex, ink, and zero strings.At least I did—until she walked into my tattoo shop with a southern drawl, soft curves, and a smile sweet enough to make a sinner beg.And this kittie, she has claws.BekahAfter a lifetime of dealing with controlling men, I wanted a clean break.No games. No alpha bullsh*t. No falling for charm wrapped in a chiseled jawline.Zandor Steel was everything I swore off—tattoos, temptation, and a bad-boy smirk that promised trouble.He’s heat in human form with a filthy mouth and a reputation to match.Unfortunately for him, I’m on a diet, one that restricts dicks.The Bro Code was never ready for her.And neither was I.