Each born into privilege and power. We could have anything and anyone we wanted.And I wanted Riley Adams.That pigtailed little brat slapped me in the park. She thought she could handle me. That I was just an entitled prick who got my kicks taunting her.She should’ve listened to the rumors, paid attention to the warnings. . . Not that it would’ve mattered. Her fate was sealed the day she came up to me looking for her damn dog.Hate wasn’t a strong enough word for how I felt about Micha. I could handle his taunting words and cruel jokes, but he decided to up the ante. Trap me, lock me in a cage and throw away the key.But the thing about a cornered animal is that, they eventually turn feral. Desperately clawing around for a way out. Even the devil had a weakness. I just had to maintain my sanity long enough to find his, and hope that I didn’t lose something I couldn’t get back in the process. Because there’s a fine line between love and hate. . . and that line is starting to blur.Warning: This book is a dark romance and contains intense sexual scenes. If you are a reader with certain triggers sensitive to such dark themes, please heed the author's note at the beginning of the book

    was dead. All because I happened to come from a small town in the Midwest. Seriously, that’s the only reason he would give me.So I did what any sane woman with a heart full of rage and an Ivy League education would do. Pack up what was left of my failed life and move back...I don’t know what triggered the flags on my file, but you can sure as hell bet I will find out—even if it kills me.

    We might die from hunger. We might die from hypothermia. But then we spot it, the lone house at the edge of the forest. The home of a kind man and his three drop-dead gorgeous sons.They welcome us in and let us stay the night. In that short time, I start to get to know Noah, Archer, and Hawk. They have pain in their eyes, pain that nearly matches the one I carry in my heart. I wish I could get to know them better, but I don’t think they’re ready to open their hearts. And I’m not sure I’m ready either. It doesn’t matter, anyway, since my mom and I are ready to leave and I’ll probably never see them again.Or will I?