Title: Damaged ( Dirty & Filthy Box Set )
Author Michelle Horst
Genre: Dark Romance
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Betrayed. Used. Broken. A damaged love story that survives darkness and tragedy. Through all the horror, they remain strong. Degraded and abused, they have to suppress their fierce nature to fight back. Thoughts of his brother's safety, keep Jack from giving up. Wanting to belong somewhere in this brutal life, keeps Sophia's hope alive. People pay thousands just to have a taste of them. It's the only life they've ever known ... until they're given their freedom. But freedom is only a word if captivity is all you've ever known. DIRTY ~ Book 1 Degraded. Ravaged. Dirty I f@ck. It's all I'm good for. People pay thousands just to have a taste of me. I have to obey for the sake of my brother. As long as I'm the perfect slave, David remains safe. A life of depravity and cruelty is all I've ever known ... until her. I might be damaged, but I'm not destroyed. I crave revenge for what was done to me. I have a need to kill, to feel their lifeless blood dripping from my fingers. But I also crave her. She makes me feel. She makes me want. I just have to make her see me. The man. The fighter. Freedom. No one is ever truly free. She doesn't want to enslave me, but damn, I'll willingly be a slave to her heart. When my past threatens to take her from me, revenge and wrath burn hot through me. She's not just worth living for. She's worth killing for. FILTHY ~ Book 2 Fractured. Unwanted. Filthy. I'm only good for sex. That's what I've been trained for my whole life. I'm a puppet. I only know how to be your perfect fantasy. It's the only life I've ever known ... until him. I've been replaced, discarded like trash. Beaten, damaged, treated like an animal, I'm forced to leave the only home I've ever known. With a warped perception of what life is really like, no dignity, and no one to call my own, I'm on the verge of giving up. But then he saves me. For the first time in my life I'm given a choice. I can stay and have a purpose again, or I can leave and face the unknown on my own. I choose to stay. I choose to belong. I choose to become something more than damaged goods. Hope. It's the one thing that kept me going. At first I hoped that I would be the perfect slave, but now I hope to be the perfect woman. He's my damaged hero. I want him to see me. The woman. The survivor. He gives me strength. But all I want is his heart. Dark romance with sensitive scenes. All books have HEA and no cheating.
Michelle Horst is a Bestselling Romance Author who likes her books hot, dirty, and with a touch of darkness. She loves an alpha hero who is not scared to fight for his woman.
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Title: Sworn To Protect
Author: Diana Gardin
Genre: Romantic Suspense
To keep her safe, he'll have to uncover all her secrets...
Rayne Alexander. A face I never thought I'd see again, and one I never could forget. Nine years ago, she left town-and me--without a backward glance. But now she's back, with a haunted look in her eyes and a feisty attitude that didn't exist when we were teenagers. Seeing this grown-up--and sexy--Rayne is something I wasn't prepared for... and it's bringing up feelings I'd thought I'd buried years ago.
Although I want to demand answers from Rayne, working on black ops at Night Eagle Security has taught me that it's sometimes better to keep my mouth shut. So when I catch her hiding a photo of a little boy, I'm curious. When I see her jump as her phone rings, I'm concerned. But the second I notice a car following her home, I know she's hiding something. Something dangerous. And while I may not know why she left or why she's back, if there's someone out there Rayne is afraid of, I'll make damn sure that threat is eliminated.
Diana Gardin was born and raised combing the coasts of Southeastern Virginia. She is now a happy resident of South Carolina as she married into an enormous Carolina-rooted family. She loves the beach, and even more than that she loves to read while sitting on the beach.
While writing was always a passion of Diana’s, she enrolled in college to become an elementary-school teacher. After eight years of teaching in both Virginia and South Carolina, she decided to stay at home with her first child. This decision is what opened her eyes to the fact that she still very much loved to write, and her first novel was written.
Title: Unworthy
Author: Elaine May
Genre: Romance
“This is all your fault.”
“You worthless piece of shit.” “I hate you." “He left us because of you. “We live like this because of you. YOU GRACE.” “You won’t amount to anything, you’re useless.” “I wish I never had you, I hate you you're worthless.” Those were the words that were told to me so many times as a child that I can only think of them as the truth. I lived by my own rules to protect my myself from more heart break, but that was until he came into my world... Until Samuel Harding.
Elaine May is my Author name. I live in the South West of England with my two beautiful daughters and yummy hubby. I love reading dark and twisted tales that mess with your head. I love to travel and spending time with my family. My dream is for people to like what I've written and hopefully get to go to a book signing event as an author.
Title: My Dirty Boss
Author: Elaine May
Genre: Romance
Once upon a time.
Really?
This is no fairy tale.
This is more like a dirty tale.
A dirty tale with my new boss as the ring leader.
He's hot.
He's sexy as hell and he's one dirty SOB.
I'm a moth to his fiery world but the deeper I go the more I love it.
The more I want more.
He's my boss in the toy store we both work in.
The only games we should be interested in revolve around princesses and pirates, but the only games he wants to play are dirty.
I want to tell you my dirty story.
Elaine May is my Author name. I live in the South West of England with my two beautiful daughters and yummy hubby. I love reading dark and twisted tales that mess with your head. I love to travel and spending time with my family. My dream is for people to like what I've written and hopefully get to go to a book signing event as an author.
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Title: Protector
Author: Michelle Horst
A STAND ALONE SUSPENSE ROMANCE
I’ve always been a hunter, ruthless to the core. I don’t take prisoners and I show no mercy. My best friend and his family are taken. Only one member of his family survives the assault. Riley. Her wounded eyes beg me to keep her safe, but she’s only a reminder of the failure I am. Being stuck in the same house, I’m forced to acknowledge her. Her hot body. Her sweet smile. Her seductive mouth. I can only lie to myself for so long before I have to face the truth. It’s not just her forgiveness I want. I want to make her mine. All of her. The broken pieces as well. I want to feel her trembling under my touch. I want to hear her breaths racing as I take her. But there’s still someone out there hunting us. He’s taking out my team and now he’s coming after Riley. Let him come. I’ll make him suffer for threatening to hurt her. I’ll kill him for murdering those closest to me. The killing comes easy. But loving is hard. I’ll always have enemies, and to protect Riley, I might just have to let her go. ** Not recommended if you don't enjoy dark romance with sensitive scenes. +18 Only. All books have HEA and no cheating. **
Michelle Horst is a Bestselling Romance Author who likes her books hot, dirty, and with a touch of darkness. She loves an alpha hero who is not scared to fight for his woman.
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Title: Blissful Disaster
Author: Amy L. Gale
Genre: Contemporary/NewAdult Romance
Published: April 1, 2017
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One night stands.
Career-driven Ali Whitman, never dreamed of having one, until she finds herself waking up next to a handsome tattooed man she knows nothing about. After celebrating her promotion to field reporter at Entertainment Rocks! magazine, she breaks her number one rule - to focus on work without the distraction of the opposite sex.
Rules.
Tyler Young lives by his own set. As bassist for Devil’s Garden, he exudes sexual energy and lives for the moment; no strings attached, no regrets, and no looking back.
When the two are brought face to face during an interview it goes sour, sparking a string of disasters. As their feelings for each other grow, they find themselves living by a new set of rules, but demons from the past haunt their new found love. Is it possible to crawl from the ashes of the aftermath or will it all go down in flames?
Love.
Perfect bliss or complete disaster?
“I’ve never met a girl like you. You tell me exactly how it is. You’re not afraid to try something you never thought you’d do. You’re smokin’ hot with a brain like Einstein. Hell, you even wrote smut about my band in a national magazine and I still can’t get you off my mind.” He presses his forehead against mine. “Don’t you get it? I want you and not just for the few months I’m in L.A. You’ve survived an earthquake and shark attack with me. You’re the one I want by my side in a zombie apocalypse, babe.” Heat flushes through my body like wildfire. Never in my wildest dreams did I think the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard would involve the terms shark attack and zombie apocalypse. I’m in, much deeper than I’ve ever imagined. I want this to work with Tyler, but the obstacles aren’t easy to overcome. Yeah I know, nothing great is ever easy, but being together requires Tyler to change his whole outlook on what he wants. Is he ready to do that? I’m finally getting to a place in my career where I want to be, too. I’m not ready to give it up before it starts. We need to think with our brains rather than our hearts. Is there really a chance for us?
Romance author by night, pharmacist by day, Amy L. Gale loves rock music and the feel of sand between her toes. She attended Wilkes University where she graduated with a Doctor of Pharmacy degree. In addition to writing, she enjoys baking, scary movies, rock concerts, and reading books at the beach. She lives in the lush forest of Northeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, seven cats, and golden retriever.
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From the moment the notorious playboy's intense, hazel eyes lock with hers, everything in her world slides off-kilter. With every encounter, every touch, and finally, every kiss, Logan slips past all her defenses. But the moment she stops running from the inevitable, every reason she'd resolved to hold men at arm's length comes crashing down around her in an emotional, complicated--even dangerous--mess. Leaving her to decide if love is worth the hassle, or worth fighting for. Free on: Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2og67ob Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00H5WD314 Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00H5WD314 Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00H5WD314 Teasers Excerpt from Chapter Seven: The colorful glow of the city lights reflected throughout the interior of the car as we drove. The night air was still warm enough to have the windows down, and the breeze felt refreshing on my skin. A blues song played on the car stereo while the waves of the wind pushed against my hand as I held it out the window Logan’s fingers tapped on the steering wheel to the beat of the music, then he looked at me and instantaneously busted out singing the words of the song. I laughed at the face he was making as he sang. He was so into it. The words were something about “riding with the king.” “Oh, now I know what you really think of yourself!” I joked. “It’s B.B. King, Liv! He’s the king, not me!” he defended, pretending to be hurt. I found it intriguing that someone my age would be listening to blues. Logan seemed so different from other people my age and, yet again, I found myself trying to wrap my head around the idea that…for the first time ever, I was interested in finding out more about a boy. As the song ended, Logan turned the volume down. “The phone call that Gavin took earlier…It was for a race, wasn’t it?” I asked. Logan looked at me and nodded. “Why do they call Gavin? Why don’t they call you?” He shrugged. “Gavin is better with the negotiations. I’m better at the driving. It works well for both of us.” Negotiations. Gavin’s expertise. I admit, experience would come in handy for when he dives fully into the real-estate biz. “You didn’t go tonight.” It wasn’t a question. More of an observation. Although, I did wonder why he passed up the chance. He looked at me and smiled. “I guess I had better things to do.” “What about the police? Isn’t street racing…?” I decided not to finish. We both knew it was not exactly legal. He chuckled. “I’ve got nothing against cops. Police are good. We just don’t want to see them during a race…or before or after a race, for that matter.” “Isn’t it a little risky, though? You never know when they could show up.” “We take precautions. I don’t race unless there are spotters around to let us know if police are getting close. We change the location as much as possible. There is always a risk, though.” He paused. “The real risk is dealing with some of the idiots that want to race.” “What do you mean?” He shifted in his seat, beginning to look uncomfortable. “You never know if the other guy is on something or if he even knows how to handle his car, among other things. The police are the least of my concerns.” He looked at me. “I almost called off the race last week. The one that you came to.” “Why?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he started tapping the steering wheel again. “Derrick was more jittery than normal. I didn’t have a good feeling about it.” “Why didn’t you call it off?” His expression became serious as his eyes fixated on the road. “I don’t know.” He knew why. He just didn’t want to tell me. “Why do you do it if it’s so risky?” He pondered the question for a moment as if he had never really contemplated that thought before. “It’s easy. And fun. And a hell of a lot better than working nine to five, six days a week.” We pulled up to a two-story commercial building which had four overhead garage doors in the front and an entry door on the side. The sign above the overhead doors said “Tanner Automotive.” We parked in the lot in front and walked towards the building. “This is my shop.” “Your shop?” I found it hard to believe that a nineteen-year-old owned his own building. “Yes, my shop. My dad left it to me and my uncle. My uncle runs the business. I help him out when he needs it, and I live in the apartment upstairs.” “Geez, must be nice,” I teased. “Actually, it is pretty nice,” he grinned back at me. “Look, I may not work nine to five but that doesn’t mean the shop’s not important to me. It is. I train the mechanics. I’m here when we’re short-staffed or overloaded with work and plenty of times when we’re not, too. I’ve just been lucky enough that it’s done so well and that Craig hasn’t pushed me to be more involved.” “You don’t want to be more involved?” I watched as he unlocked the side door. “I’m cool with the way things are at this point. Maybe someday that will change, but for now it’s all good.” We entered a hallway which had stairs to our left, and the garage was straight ahead. We walked into the garage, and Logan switched on the florescent lights, revealing a sizable object underneath a grey canvas cover in the very first car bay. The remaining three car bays were empty, making the room appear enormous. Against the walls were shelves and peg boards stocked with tools and auto supplies. Each bay had its own tool station which included several different tool chests. We moved to the back of the garage, and Logan tossed his keys on a metal desk. I took a seat in the swivel chair in front of the desk and stared curiously at an old-time movie poster that hung on the wall. “It’s John Wayne,” Logan explained, noticing my interest in the poster. “My dad was a huge John Wayne fan. He always had those movies on when I was growing up. We even had a room in our house specifically designated for all the John Wayne memorabilia that he collected.” He leaned back against a tall Craftsman tool chest directing his attention to the grey canvas cover in front of us, silently staring at it for a moment. “Why did you bring me here?” I asked softly. He turned his face to me, meeting my eyes. Slowly he shook his head as if he wasn’t sure he knew the answer. My heart skipped a beat. What was it about looking into his eyes that made me feel so…at peace…and thrilled at the same time? He stepped toward the canvas cover then slowly removed the cloth, rolling it up along the way to reveal an old white muscle car with black racing strips which traveled from the front bumper to the back bumper. The condition of this car wasn’t nearly as pristine as the Mustang. The dull finish had several nicks and scratches, and a few small spots of rust lined the bottom. “It’s a ’72 Nova,” he disclosed as he walked around the car, taking in the sight of it as if it were for the first time. “Your current project?” “Not really,” he shrugged. “This one’s been on hold for a while. I’ve barely looked at it since…” He didn’t finish. Just got lost in thought. After a moment, he cocked his head to the side. “Hey, do you wanna go upstairs and get a drink?” I frowned at him suspiciously. “Is that why you brought me here? You know you’re not going to get lucky with me, right?” He let out a laugh then bowed his head down as he shook it, trying to hold back any more laughter. He couldn’t hold back the gigantic smile on his face, though. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to try anything with you. I think you’re cool, Liv. You’re someone I could hang out with, that’s all, nothing more. Friends have drinks together, right?” I nodded, feeling embarrassed that I jumped to conclusions. I stood up from the chair. “Alright then, let’s go.” “Usually it’s the guy’s mind that goes there,” he teased as we walked up the stairs to his apartment. “I like the way your mind works.” “Oh, please! You have to admit, it sounded a bit forward,” I counter attacked. The apartment was only half the size of the garage downstairs. The décor consisted of a few posters on the wall, a couch with a coffee table in front of it, an oversized round wicker chair in the corner, and a giant TV. A breakfast bar separated the kitchen from the living room. I took my shoes off, sat down on the couch, and brought my knees up, resting them on the cushion. Logan handed me a beer, sat down next to me, and raised a brow. “Now it’s my turn to ask the questions.” He didn’t ask anything too deep or too personal, and I was grateful for that. We spent the next few hours laughing and talking about everything from our favorite foods and music, to embarrassing moments, places we’ve been and want to go, and a rather extended round of “would you rather.” I found out that he would rather get a cardboard cut between the toes than get poked in the eye. And I informed him that I would rather drink pickle juice than sour milk. There were no awkward silences or lulls in the conversations. I showed him that I could walk across a room with a full bottle of beer on my head without spilling it, and he showed me that he could spin a pen around his fingers so fast that it looked like moving helicopter propellers. Towards the end of it all, as we started to get tired, I asked him about the blues music that he was playing in the car earlier. “There’s such a raw emotion behind the really good blues music. The guitar speaks to you in a way that doesn’t happen with any other genre,” he explained. “So, let’s hear it. Play me your favorite blues song,” I challenged. He turned it on, then looked at me with a small smile. He stepped over to the couch and sat down beside me, as the track started. It was a mellow song with no vocals. I didn’t expect it to have such an effect on me, but he was right. The guitar’s voice had a way of grasping my emotions, squeezing them tight, then pulling them out of me. I was hooked no more than thirty seconds into it. I faced him, somewhat shocked that this beautiful music moved me in such an intense, hypnotic way. He stared straight ahead, looking at nothing in particular absorbed in the melody. Slowly, he turned his face to me, and our eyes locked. We stared at each other for several moments, taking each other in. The friendly smile I attempted quickly faded as the intensity in his eyes increased and the atmosphere became much more than friendly. His brows furrowed as his gaze moved slowly from my eyes, to my hair, to my lips, and back. I’m not sure if I leaned into him, or if he leaned into me, but we slowly inched closer until I could feel his minty breath on my face, his nose on my nose, and my heart pounding rapidly in my ears. I longed so badly for him to kiss me, yet hated my lack of control. Was it the music that was causing me to lose myself in him or just…him? Heat emanated from his lips as they gently touched mine, hesitating in place for several moments, and igniting a surge of fire through my blood. The longer the kiss lingered, the more my skin began to burn, and when my lips parted and his tongue slowly discovered mine, I felt the rush of the touch throughout my body. My hands slowly moved to his face, then the back of his neck, and I pulled him toward me. His fingers weaved up the hair at the base of my skull as he drew me closer. My body and mind were completely enraptured in the moment, my self-control rapidly fading away to nothing with each passing moment. Logan Tanner was kissing me in a way I had never been kissed before. It was happening, and although it was going against my plans, it was so fucking right. He began to lay me down onto the couch and then stopped, abruptly pulling away, forcing himself back up to a sitting position. Following his lead, I sat back up, too. His eyes focused on me for a moment, the confusion in his them matching that which was in my heart, the look on his face mirroring my thoughts…Holy shit, that was intense. He took me behind the neck and drew me closer to him, his lips no more than an inch from mine. Then, just at the moment I thought he would continue our kiss, he closed his eyes and placed his forehead on mine, taking a deep breath in. My heartbeat was almost deafening as it pounded throughout my body, my chest moving up and down as I tried to catch my breath and regain composure. Pulling away, he opened his eyes and looked at me with intensity, passion, and…confusion. “This isn’t why I brought you here, Liv,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.” Then he kissed me softly on the forehead and slowly leaned back into the couch cushion. Maybe it was the music, maybe it was the drinks, but a mixture of emotions flooded my senses. I was both grateful and disappointed that he stopped and baffled at why I couldn’t. I was mad at myself for being so irresponsible, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the feeling of both peace and excitement that he gave me. My head found a place to rest in the nook between his chest and his shoulder, as my arms held him. Closing my eyes, I became lost in the music. Author Bio: Alicia Kobishop is a contemporary romance writer who lives in Milwaukee, WI, USA with her husband and two children. Before trying her hand in writing, she worked her way up in the field of administrative healthcare with experiences ranging from working within a large local healthcare organization, to smaller independent physician practices. In early 2013 her life took a change of course when she re-evaluated her passions in life, and sought out to try many new things. She reclaimed her childhood passion for reading, and after reading tons of fictional novels in a short amount of time, and loving every moment of it, she became absorbed with the idea of taking her experience with books to the next level, and decided to write one. Nine months later, her debut novel, The Fine Line was published. Social Media Links Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bWtMTz Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Alicia-Kobishop/e/B00I81D97Y Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAliciaKobishop/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/AliciaKobishop Website: https://aliciakobishop.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/aliciakobishop/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7353109.Alicia_Kobishop Title: Little Doll - The Complete Cartel Series Author: Melissa Jane Genre: Mafia Romance Release: February 26, 2017 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34467627-little-doll---the-complete-cartel-series Blurb: One family rules them all. Hector and Juan Florez. A father and son, both dangerous and ruthless, who will stop at nothing and dispose of everyone to remain the kingpins of the cartel world. Unwillingly thrust into a land of rival cartels and underbelly empires, four complete strangers must battle their darkest demons and those chasing them if they want to survive. For Laila, her unwitting mistake set the wheels in motion where good and evil would collide in the most vicious of ways. For Danny, losing the love of his life so violently would take him on a path of retribution and heartbreaking humility. For Anna, she had always been a target, a lamb hunted by its prey. For Sofia, she was simply beautiful collateral damage, the result of a tragic betrayal. Each stranger has their own story, one so utterly devastating and empowering. When their stories cross paths allegiances are formed and war is waged. The Florez Cartel had conquered many battles, but this, they never saw coming. Payback is a deadly game. Buy Links: (On sale for 99 cents) Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2mwhXt7 Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2n0oUAr Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2mA4Jfd Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2lzvFMy Teasers Author Bio: Lover of dark, fast-paced stories with a dash of romance, Melissa Jane’s books are a ruthless combination of dangerous cartel Kingpins and beautiful strong heroines. No one is safe within the pages she writes and the underdog is always favored to win… most times. When not writing, Melissa loves relaxing with her family and a good glass of wine. Social Media Links: Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8442032.Melissa_Jane Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authormelissajane Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/melissa.jane.author/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/MJane_Author Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/6gXjL Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Melissa-Jane/e/B00NGKFGAK Excerpts: Book 1- LITTLE DOLL One look and I became his. One look and I didn’t even think to run. Just one look, and Juan Florez had found his golden ticket. On the wrong side of town in a drug fueled heartland, I went in search of my younger brother, Ethan. What I would find was something belonging to nightmares. What I would lose would unknowingly become my fight for survival. An escape from the clutches of evil seemed almost an impossible task. Warring with Mexico’s leading cartel would only see me closer to my grave. Or worse, used as a bargaining chip to seal a sickening deal my brother had played a part in. But then there was one man who ruled over me. A man who promised to destroy my world at every turn. Juan Florez. Taking on the notorious cartel son was a battle I was bound to lose. Book 2 – CRIMSON DESERT To hunt or to be hunted? When you escape Mexico’s leading cartel, expect retribution. When you escape from Juan Florez, a man who lives for the thrill of the chase, expect to run from the shadows that follow your every move. I was “his”. He craved and demanded my fear. He destroyed me in every way he enjoyed. It was power. Seduction. I could run. I could hide. But for how long? He had one objective and that was to reclaim his prize, even if it meant putting to rest the one man who stood in his way. Aiden. His brother. When yesterday I had nothing to lose and today I have everything to keep, can I trust the very man whose family of monsters is now chasing me? Book 3 – LAUGHING EYES Monsters…. They are real. They watch you from their safe place, taunting, knowing. They breathe down your neck and chase you in your dreams. You wake, but they are still there. Saving everyone was impossible. The destruction, heartbreaking. One man was to blame. Anna knew he was there. His eyes following her every move, his presence beckoning a fate she needed to escape. This was a war where good never stood a chance. Danny knew he was a target, trapped in a place that would bring him to his knees, survival holding no promises. How do you win a battle that was lost from the very beginning? Monsters… They will destroy you. Book 4 – SOFIA He smiles. Winks. Eyes glistening an evilness known to no other. And then… I lose everything. It takes a heartbeat. A silent promise. A guarantee that it’s all only just the beginning. Everyone has a story. Mine is one I don’t want to remember. Deceived by those closest to me, I was thrown deep into a world of violence, corruption and trafficking. The dark, sinister world belonging to one Hector Florez, Mexico’s leading cartel boss. What he wants is control. What I crave is freedom. They say everyone has an angel watching over them, protecting. Me? I had my very own demon. |