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Growing up poor on the rough side of Indiana didn’t make my life easy. It made it hard.
My mom worked two jobs and didn’t have time to read me many fairy tales. We couldn’t afford the princess costumes or the trips to expensive magic kingdoms. My life was black and white, and a hint of grey was the most I had to look forward to…until I met Zachary Rostov—tall, beautiful, with a perfect smile. Unfortunately, as with most stories, ours had to come to an end.

When I turned nineteen, after escaping the soul-sucking pit of Indiana, one bad decision almost destroyed everything. The way my story had been written up to that point meant my dreams of more should have come to an end. But it was the same day I met Vincent Jamison, and if my life were a fairy tale, he would have been the prince who had come to save me. I don’t remember in any of those stories being saved coming with a debt.