There are bad men in this world. I would know: I’m one of them. I f*ck women and leave them behind without apology. I stomp out my enemies; I turn their wives into my slaves, their spawn into my servants. I hurt; I take; I kill. But despite all my sins and vices, I am not the worst this world has to offer. That title is reserved for the devil himself:. The bastard who murdered my family. I won’t rest until I’ve spilled his blood and condemned his soul to hell. He will feel the pain that I have felt a thousand times over. I will have my revenge. But I have one task left to complete before I leave to kill him or die trying. I cannot let my family name go to the grave with me. I need to know that my line will go on. That means one thing: I need a baby. But the women in my life aren’t fit to hold my seed, much less my heir. This requires someone special. Someone I can seduce. Someone I can shatter. Someone I can mold into the vessel my child will require. So I go hunting, and I find the one. Lily is the perfect specimen. Ghostly white skin perfect to brand as my own, curves to suck and squeeze. I’ve chosen her, and I’m not waiting to find out if she’s fully on board. I’m going to seize her and do what I’ve always done – Take until she has nothing left to give.

    I’ve got all the right equipment and I know how to use it. But my life just landed in a blender and my head is still spinning. So when Harlow Hartley comes jackknifing into my world like a tornado, I try to steer clear. She’s my sister’s best friend. She’s having a tough time right now, and I was asked to let her move in with me until she can get on her feet. With Low at the house, dripping with attitude, dancing around in those tight jeans, that T-shirt that stretches in all the right places, I’m ready to lose what’s left of my mind. Sure she’s beautiful and smart, but she’s mouthy and feisty as can be. As tempted as I am to try to land my mouth over hers, my sister made it clear that Low is off limits. As much as I’d like to think that’s a good thing, I can’t seem to shake the need to have her. Maybe it’s time to scratch that itch—something quick and dirty that takes the edge off for the both of us and we can call it a day. But nothing in life is ever that simple—sometimes your heart gets in the way.