Leigh Thorn is hiding out in a backwoods college because her father put her in danger, and if the wrong people find her, she's dead. She'd rather snort lines than think about that. She'd rather do shots of marshmallow-flavored vodka until she can't remember. When Griffin Fawkes arrives with the news that her father's dead, she isn't sure if she cares. He wasn't much of a father anyway. The only silver lining here is that Griffin's jaw-droppingly gorgeous, and Leigh wants him bad. Griffin owes his life to Leigh's father. The man begged him to keep his daughter safe. But Griffin didn't expect a cocaine-fueled party girl who barely seems to care about her own safety. It seems like she'd rather destroy herself than anything else. Even worse, he didn't expect he'd care about her. He knows he's too damaged to ever really be with a woman. The best he can do is to make sure she's safe from whoever could hurt her. Including herself. Including himself. Of course, fighting off men with guns is starting to seem easier than keeping his hands off Leigh.