Three men who’d burn the world down for me.
But now one of them wants me to burn with it.
My grandmama used to tell me the women in our family were all cursed. They attracted danger. Not in bits and pieces, but in droves. She was struck by lightning—twice. Mom died in a plane crash. She was crossing the street at the time.
I attract obsession.
The first, in my teenage years, wrote me letters that started as love poems and progressed quickly to bloodstained all-caps rants.
He drove me into the arms of the second: a sociopathic organized crime boss here in sunny LA.
He drove me into the arms of the third. Greyson Cain, who told me the truth about being an undercover cop, but might just be lying about everything else.
It’s time for me to stop running. Patterns don’t end on their own, and luck doesn’t change.
If I want to win this game of obsession, it’s finally time I learned the rules.
About the Author
K. A. Pryde has been writing ever since she first started forming memories. Her favorite genre is horror/thriller, but her favorite tropes are all romantic or steamy. Imagine her excitement when she realized she could combine the two.
Amber writes romance featuring flawed characters with sizzling connections.