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Landon's mouth is on mine with devastating intensity, and I realize with sudden clarity that this is it—the moment we've been circling for months before I even get to know he was a monster, the inevitable conclusion to every loaded glance and charged touch and desperate denial.
We're going to do this. Right here. Right now. With him still covered in dried blood and me still shaking off sedatives and both of us absolutely certain this is exactly what needs to happen.
I don’t write love stories. I write temptation… the kind you know you shouldn’t want—but do anyway. My worlds are built on obsession, control, tension, and characters who don’t just touch your heart… they haunt it. If you’ve ever craved something darker, something deeper—something that lingers long after the last line—then you already belong here. Your support lets me go further. Darker. Bolder. More intensity. More obsession. More stories that pull you under and refuse to let you breathe. Stay close… it only gets worse from here.
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