By Hook or By Crook

Flynn was born in the lap of luxury—a Founder's son and heir to the Stark fortune. Of course, Molly hadn't known that when she fell in love with the devilishly charming smuggler. If she'd known that Flynn was a Scraper back when she first met him, she probably would have hated him just on principle.

Molly was born in an outlaw camp, the daughter of a whore and a gambler. She was a street rat who didn't belong in the glittering sky city where Flynn wanted to take her as a spy for the forts. She wasn't ever going to turn into a lady, no matter how many fancy gowns Flynn dressed her in.

But maybe while they were there, she'd be able to talk Flynn into giving up on his plan of becoming a respectable businessman, and things could go back to the way they should be—her and Flynn raising hell, the scourge of the western skies. Blood didn't have to be destiny, did it? And if Flynn could choose the future he wanted, then what was to stop her from doing the same?