Their Broken Legend

My peers think I'm a tramp. The District believes I'm the flawless youngest daughter of a tycoon. Neither is true. And I'm about to have my world, my house, my rose-coloured glasses, and all, stripped from beneath my Jimmy Choo heels. With one flickering light at the end of the tunnel... Xander Butcher. The city's boxing legend is a hot mess. He's the youngest son of a champion boxer, with huge gloves to fill and a dark legacy to abide by. At the perfect moment, we collide. We're dirty, we're raw, and our souls mend before we catch our breath. But some of the broken pieces of Xander will never heal, not with time, not with help, and I'm holding on as he falls, clutching... even after my hands are empty.

My peers think I'm a tramp. The District believes I'm the flawless youngest daughter of a tycoon. Neither is true. And I'm about to have my world, my house, my rose-coloured glasses, and all, stripped from beneath my Jimmy Choo heels. With one flickering light at the end of the tunnel... Xander Butcher. The city's boxing legend is a hot mess. He's the youngest son of a champion boxer, with huge gloves to fill and a dark legacy to abide by. At the perfect moment, we collide. We're dirty, we're raw, and our souls mend before we catch our breath. But some of the broken pieces of Xander will never heal, not with time, not with help, and I'm holding on as he falls, clutching... even after my hands are empty.