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My life was boring until I met him.

Painfully tedious, pathetically lonely, and I absolutely hated it.

But I was too scared to do anything about it. Too scared to change . . . at least until I met Kace.

I should have been terrified of him—scared of his size (he towered over my short, curvy self), freaked out by the fierce tats covering his arms and torso (they even crawled up his neck), and definitely frightened by the angry scowl he unleashed on anyone who dared to disrupt him (though this ha...