Deadly Sins

Some people get tattoos - pieces of art that enhance or reveal something about them that they like. Other people, like me, are branded by something - actions or words. "No one will ever love you, Rowan, you're not worthy." Those are the words that created my blemish, my scar, my mark upon my soul. They were words whispered by the woman who should have loved me most.

They say that holding on to anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. I hold on to it anyway, letting it consume me, as it slowly devours everything I am. I fight to hide my ugliness from the world. Until I meet her. She's a soothing balm to what ails me, softening the anger that roars within. Unknowingly, she's healing what's broken, and I'm determined to keep her - to make her mine. But what happens when she sees the monster that lies beneath? Will she stand by me?

Ryder "Playboy" King is what everyone calls me, in and out of the octagon. I'm fine with being known as a Playboy. I've turned it into an art form. A big smile, charm, and a little flattery - and my needs are easily met. Besides, giving a shit can get a man hurt - I'd rather get in and out in one piece. Enter Tessa Jameson. One fiery lust filled moment with her is not enough. If anything, it leaves me wanting more, but she's not interested. Me? I know I've met my match - I want more. She thinks men only want sex.