He was one of my best friends.
Now he’s the monster haunting my bedroom.
Mal is a beast. He’s torn on the inside, scarred on the outside, and beautiful through and through. A demon with a perfect smile and a vicious temper.
Life was good. We had our perfect group: me, Mal, and Carmine. Until one day, Carmine and his entire family were murdered, and our lives were plunged into chaos and sorrow.
Now it’s me and Mal against the world. Mal has a list, and each name is a death. We’ll do anything to get revenge for our lost friend.
Guilt and shame lurk behind every interaction. I want Mal’s big, rough hands on my hips and his full lips against my throat, but I can’t give myself to pleasure. Not when Carmine’s killers are still free.
The deeper we slide into darkness and blood, the harder we fall for each other.
There’s only a ghost and some memories standing between the monster and my bliss.