Andie has one rule she lives by, no assholes. She doesn’t befriend them and she certainly doesn’t date them. Upon transferring to Parkland University, she is irritated to discover her neighbor is not only an asshole, but an attractive one that her body and mind can’t seem to ignore. Can Andie let go of the one rule that safeguards her heart?Lucas doesn’t date. Ever. At least not anymore but the sexy, distant woman across the hall intrigues him and the draw is more than he can resist. Will he like what he finds hidden deep inside her wounded soul?They both fight to keep their rules, but the pull is irresistible. As Andie struggles with the demons from her past, old wounds open. Both Lucas and Andie will need to decide what is worth fighting for.Some rules are meant to be broken. Are they up for the challenge?

Six years ago, a positive pregnancy test destroyed Ava. Her goals, her relationship, the entire way she viewed her future.

From the rubble, a rule was created: No bad boys.

In their wake is chaos and destruction, something she could no longer risk.

Ava has been happy with this rule, until now.

The bad boy across the hall makes her want to abandon it. Those hazel eyes piercing her, as though they can read her mind. That gentle smile as he interacts with her son. Dax awakens something in her that she’s never felt before.

Will she regret opening her heart to another bad boy?

Dax is determined to earn back the respect he lost for himself years ago and create a future he can be proud of. He’s spent his life breaking rules and now he has a rigid set of rules to live by.

Ava is a distraction he doesn’t need.

Nothing like the women from his past, everything about her from her adorable son to the paint constantly covering her hands reminds him of why he needs to focus. He knows the look in her eyes, he fights the urge to give in to that look. He doesn’t deserve it, at least not yet.

Will Dax ever feel like he’s earned it, or will a call from his past cause him to push her away for good?

Rules are meant to be broken.

Note to self: Do not allow my mother to choose a tenant for my house ever again. I like things done a certain way.
Some call me uptight, I prefer precise. I can’t understand why my mother thought Evie Jackson would be the type of person I want to rent my house. She knows me, knows how I live my life. Instead of the quiet librarian I’m expecting, Evie’s a vibrant, tattooed woman who seems to find immense joy in making my life miserable. She pushes me outside of my comfort zone. It’s called a comfort zone for a reason, and I have no interest in venturing from it. I hate her, and I’m positive that feeling is mutual. Why else would Evie go out of her way to make my life difficult? Author's Note: This novella is part one in a four part serial**