Country’s hottest bad boy.

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That’s what they call me. My label ate it up until I became “too bad” for the good folks of country music. That’s when Stoned Records picked me up and took a chance on me. Probably not their smartest move, but I won’t tell them that.

 

Especially when they’ve assigned me a babysitter to try and keep my ass out of trouble. One smart-mouthed, unimpressed, sexy as homemade sin, Addy Mae Masterson.

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She likes to pretend that she doesn’t like me and I like to let her.

I may have a past that haunts me and she may have a habit of getting attached, but damn if I don’t want to show her just how good this bad boy can be.