I was on the hunt for a devil the night an angel fell into my lap. Before she'd even told me her name, my obsession took hold, aroused by a craving for her flavor of sweetness.
If I hadn’t been undercover, I’d have thrown her over my shoulder and carried her far from that poisoned playground. One of many gilded mansions where the scotch is aged to perfection, and the girls are young and disposable.
The devil I’m tracking is closing in. I’m determined to catch him, but until my cuffs are on his wrists, I’m keeping my angel close to me.
In my arms and in my bed where I can protect her.
Where I can be the man she craves.
And the Daddy she needs.