His reign. Her damnation. There are two sides of my city. There’s the filthy side–a place brimming with corruption and greed–the rotting carcass of a criminal underworld. And then there’s the opulent side—a place of elegance and wealth—home of the elite and heart of that same cruel underbelly. Somewhere I could only dream of living.
Beneath the allure of a shimmering city is a covert world of organized crime. Nurtured with blood and death. Controlled by the elite and immoral. Once you enter this world, you’re stuck. The only way out is when your heart ceases to beat, regardless if you came willingly or not. And that’s exactly how it
Rhett Sullivan Mysterious boy painted in shades of red. Nova Markov Eccentric girl dripping in sunshine. He was the type mothers warned their little girls about—a cocky, rich asshole with a pretty smile, unapologetically insane and wild. I was the type guys like him usually ignored—a free spirit who hid my crazy beneath an odd
A dark and sordid New Adult duet coming spring 2019. Rhett Sullivan. Mysterious boy painted in shades of red. Nova Markov Eccentric girl dripping in sunshine. He was the type mother’s warned their little girls about—a cocky, rich asshole with a pretty smile, unapologetically insane and wild. I was the type guys like him usually
A dark and sordid New Adult duet coming spring 2019. Rhett Sullivan. Mysterious boy painted in shades of red. Nova Markov Eccentric girl dripping in sunshine. He was the type mother’s warned their little girls about—a cocky, rich asshole with a pretty smile, unapologetically insane and wild. I was the type guys like him usually
Calista “I am the monster they created. I’m the whore they’re ashamed of.” When life tried to break me I grabbed that b*tch by the throat and squeezed. I thought I could overcome anything. I swore I could handle him, but after being forced to play at the Devil’s playground I ended up craving his
Calista “I am the monster they created. I’m the whore they’re ashamed of.” When life tried to break me I grabbed that b*tch by the throat and squeezed. I thought I could overcome anything. I swore I could handle him, but after being forced to play at the Devil’s playground I ended up craving his
