With All My Broken Pieces

He’s the man of my dreams... but he's lost in a nightmare.

They say first impressions are everything, and my first impression of Ares Sinclair is that he's an ass.
A crying, drunken, messy, cocky, beautiful ass.
I can't believe my brother would suggest I move in here with the two of them, even if he is trying to help me finish my book.
On the surface, Ares is a smoking hot audiobook narrator who might be the foot-in-the-door that I need to really make a go at being an author — but under those soft curls and playful blue eyes, he's got tragic secrets and skeletons that can't stay in the closet forever.
He's mentally, physically, and emotionally off-limits.
It doesn't matter that he wears his heart on his sleeve like I do or how good it feels when he holds me, I'm not supposed to want him.
I shouldn't want him, because if I'm not careful... those secrets and skeletons might just drag me down, too.
First impressions are bullshit.