Three means war. Three sides vying for forever.Cole.My first love. The bad boy with the dangerous smile and passionate temper draws attention like a lit fuse on dynamite. But his dark molten eyes spark only for me.Trace.My second chance. Over six feet of Norse god in a tailored suit, he calculates every move and seizes my hungry breaths with an iron fist. Me. The free-spirited dancer, torn between two men with no resolution in sight.I tried leaving, staying, refusing, and surrendering.What options do I have left? I love two men, and I do the only thing I can. I fight.