I am Icarus. While I flew too close to the sun, my wings melted, and now I’ve fallen into the ocean to drown.
With one kiss ten years ago he set me aflame, awakening desires I never knew existed and spoiling me for all other men. Now I’m more obsessed than ever with this untouchable heartthrob, Tybalt Wythe. When a stranger mysteriously bequeathes his house to me, I find myself at Tybalt’s mercy. His arrogance and insensitivity know no bounds, and he treats me as his plaything, but with each passing hour I fall more deeply under his spell.
Together we search the stranger��s house for keys to our past, and for awhile our teamwork draws us together. But Tybalt will use me to rebel against his father. He will put revenge before his feelings for me. He will treat me merely as a means to an end. Being a god, he doesn’t have to feel for the lowly plain people. All I ask is that he feel for me. Since he can’t, I’m shielding myself the only way I know how.
Sometimes even after people die, the secrets they carried remain.
To the outside world, I’m a god who has it all. To those who know me well, I’m doing everything I can to foil my father’s plans. Scheming is my middle name and revenge my game. I want vengeance on my former friend, on my uncle, and on my dad’s fixer. When a wild bird crosses my path, I trap, tame, and keep her. Though I don’t trust her, I treat her to my twisted desires. She makes a nice pet, and she’s useful to me in several ways.
Now a dead man is dictating my life, demanding I team up with some of my enemies. Nor can I carry out my schemes without my tamed bird, who’s flown her cage. Agatha Tindale expects me to feel deeply for those I’ve used as pawns, including her. But past traumas have made me suspicious of woman and my feelings for them. Can I learn to trust those who live by what they believe in—before I’ve lost Agatha?
With one kiss ten years ago he set me aflame, awakening desires I never knew existed and spoiling me for all other men. Now I’m more obsessed than ever with this untouchable heartthrob, Tybalt Wythe. When a stranger mysteriously bequeathes his house to me, I find myself at Tybalt’s mercy. His arrogance and insensitivity know no bounds, and he treats me as his plaything, but with each passing hour I fall more deeply under his spell.
Together we search the stranger��s house for keys to our past, and for awhile our teamwork draws us together. But Tybalt will use me to rebel against his father. He will put revenge before his feelings for me. He will treat me merely as a means to an end. Being a god, he doesn’t have to feel for the lowly plain people. All I ask is that he feel for me. Since he can’t, I’m shielding myself the only way I know how.
Sometimes even after people die, the secrets they carried remain.
To the outside world, I’m a god who has it all. To those who know me well, I’m doing everything I can to foil my father’s plans. Scheming is my middle name and revenge my game. I want vengeance on my former friend, on my uncle, and on my dad’s fixer. When a wild bird crosses my path, I trap, tame, and keep her. Though I don’t trust her, I treat her to my twisted desires. She makes a nice pet, and she’s useful to me in several ways.
Now a dead man is dictating my life, demanding I team up with some of my enemies. Nor can I carry out my schemes without my tamed bird, who’s flown her cage. Agatha Tindale expects me to feel deeply for those I’ve used as pawns, including her. But past traumas have made me suspicious of woman and my feelings for them. Can I learn to trust those who live by what they believe in—before I’ve lost Agatha?
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