He warned her not to look deeper.
She did anyway… and now she can’t look away.
Elena Carrington has always known that some men are born with danger woven into their skin. Damon Hale is one of them—quiet, controlled, devastatingly focused, the kind of man whose presence steals air from a room.
He’s also the man she was never supposed to want.
But rules don’t matter when he looks at her like that…
Like she’s a confession he’s waited years to make.
Like he’s already memorized the sound of her breathing.
Like he could ruin her—beautifully, completely—and call it mercy.
What Elena doesn’t know is that Damon has secrets carved into bone, and desire isn’t the worst of them.
There are things he’s done.
Things he hides.
Things that burn.
And once she steps into his shadows, she’ll never walk out untouched.
A seductive, slow-burning dark romance filled with obsession, danger, emotional intensity, and a love that threatens to undo them both. Perfect for fans of Ana Huang, J. Bree, and Ava Harrison.
Genre: Romance
She did anyway… and now she can’t look away.
Elena Carrington has always known that some men are born with danger woven into their skin. Damon Hale is one of them—quiet, controlled, devastatingly focused, the kind of man whose presence steals air from a room.
He’s also the man she was never supposed to want.
But rules don’t matter when he looks at her like that…
Like she’s a confession he’s waited years to make.
Like he’s already memorized the sound of her breathing.
Like he could ruin her—beautifully, completely—and call it mercy.
What Elena doesn’t know is that Damon has secrets carved into bone, and desire isn’t the worst of them.
There are things he’s done.
Things he hides.
Things that burn.
And once she steps into his shadows, she’ll never walk out untouched.
A seductive, slow-burning dark romance filled with obsession, danger, emotional intensity, and a love that threatens to undo them both. Perfect for fans of Ana Huang, J. Bree, and Ava Harrison.
Genre: Romance
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