This is not a story about fairytales.
I expected to be lonely when I dropped everything and ran without telling a soul. I expected to be afraid, hiding from Dean. What I didn’t expect was Vic. Like a moth to my blazing destruction, I’m drawn to him. We’re lust. We’re rage. We might even be love. We’re definitely two people who shouldn’t be together, but we belong together. It’s not long before I’m wondering if Vic could be more twisted than the man I ran away from. Our fire won’t burn forever, but something tells me Vic might revel in the ashes.
I should have known better than to think I stood a chance.
WARNING: This book contains graphic sex, graphic violence, and mental illness. This may be a trigger for some. Proceed with caution.
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Mary Catherine Gebhard bites off more than she can chew and sometimes calls herself Eva Natsumi. She's lived in Salt Lake City, Utah her entire life, but occasionally goes on vacation from reality. Don't worry, she sends postcards.
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