I've got my looks, my charm, and well, a smile that melts panties. My charm only gets me so far though. I don't even care when the courts finally give me a punishment for vandalizing the church property; in my defense, I didn't know it was a church. They've got me serving community service working at the local church's Salvation shelter. They think three months here will change me; that I will change my delinquent ways. If only they knew . . . nothing could ever tame me.
Lake Miller . . .
For the past year of my life I've never stayed anywhere longer than a few weeks. I'd sleep at different homeless shelters, park benches, or anywhere I could find a dry place to sleep; the only belongings I have are carried in my backpack. Now I've ended up in Coldenshire; tired of sleeping on the streets, tired of hurting, and tired of eating scraps of food. So, when a chance encounter for a job at the local church shelter popped up, I took it. I know my time here is running out and that I should run, especially when the town bad boy, who is sexy as sin and annoying as hell, walks through the doors thinking he's God's gift to women.
