Realism: Sugar and Spice Ink (Special Edition)

Ordinary, typical, conformed, are words never used to describe me.

I've never been one to play by the rules. It's my world, my life and I do things my way. I see the way they stare at my body covered in tattoos and my lavender hair, I just don't give a damn.

There is only one thing in this world that can get me fired up, that's screwing with my daughter. As a single mom, it's my job to protect her, fight for her. She is and will always be my top priority.

So, when I get a call that she's in trouble at school, with a boy- no less, my claws are out and ready to strike. And the boy's father, some high society stockbroker, isn't about to deter me. I don't care how sexy, smart and rugged he is. Opposites may attract, and I've been down that road before, it's one I never plan to travel again. A man like that would never be interested in a woman like me.

That I know for certain, after all I'm a realist.