Impulsive, yes. Irresponsible, sure. Necessary, probably. Going to end badly, most likely. Does any of that matter to me? No. I decided that I can't please everyone, so this week my only goal is to please me. I’m a selfish cow, but I can’t seem to help it. I’m Clara Lord. I own Bloodline’s Tattoo Parlor and have a filthy mouth, no filter, and a really strong objection to bossy idiots, pet names, and wealthy men.

You will hate me, love me, or love to hate me but either way, it doesn’t matter. Everything I touch turns to crap, and it’s all my fault. See, I lived through hell. Then I escaped hell and carefully spent the next eight years crafting a perfect little life until Domini Napoli screwed it all up. Now nothing's right. Everything’s wrong, and all my secrets are coming out.

Obviously, I have to fix it, my life; the problem is I don’t really trust anyone and I don’t know how. Dominic baffles me. Sawyer adores me. Amanda and Marg try to keep me in line, and I live for Allie. This whole thing is a cluster f***. I want them both in different ways, but I have Alliecat to protect in the mix. I keep thinking the only way out of this is to take Allie and run...again. Leave both men behind and go back to Allie and Clara; take on the world.... Is 33 too old to do that now? It didn’t seem so bad at 24, but to have to do all that work again...crap.