I thought surviving Creed Hill once was enough.
I was wrong.
He’s still out there watching me, more obsessed than ever. And now there are new players in his game, waiting for someone to bleed.
Torn between the gavel in his hand and the way he looks at me when he thinks no one is looking, Graves buckles under the pressure of my return.
Caught between love, hate, and guilt—Mack spirals, treating me like a scab he can’t stop picking.
Begrudgingly, Stone has become my constant. He always finds a way in when the walls start closing in.
Kash is all in. He claimed me and dares anyone to challenge it. Myself included.
I rely on them now. The very men I swore I'd take down are the only thing standing between me and the pretty toxin that is Creed's obsession.
I'll survive.
But survival has always costed me something.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
I was wrong.
He’s still out there watching me, more obsessed than ever. And now there are new players in his game, waiting for someone to bleed.
Torn between the gavel in his hand and the way he looks at me when he thinks no one is looking, Graves buckles under the pressure of my return.
Caught between love, hate, and guilt—Mack spirals, treating me like a scab he can’t stop picking.
Begrudgingly, Stone has become my constant. He always finds a way in when the walls start closing in.
Kash is all in. He claimed me and dares anyone to challenge it. Myself included.
I rely on them now. The very men I swore I'd take down are the only thing standing between me and the pretty toxin that is Creed's obsession.
I'll survive.
But survival has always costed me something.
Genre: Romantic Suspense