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265 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2015










The only thing worse than being invited to a den of sin is not being invited.
Real honesty was made up of a million facts and feelings, filtered through everything from morality and society to kindness and disregard. Love and hate. That made the truth a complicated thing. A tool that you could still use to lie.
Sometimes I feel like a soldier who's won a war. It's time to go home, and I don't even know what that means.


"Giving pleasure and taking pleasure—it isn't one or the other. When it's good—when it's right—they're so mingled you can't tell them apart. Taking without giving is selfish. And if you can give pleasure without taking it in return, then it's just a job or an obligation. Or worse."
A man whose greatest claim to fame was as the living embodiment of whatever fantasy you held dear. A man so used to molding and remaking himself that sometimes he didn't know who he was anymore.
The ice protecting her nerves was melting. The ice beneath her feet was cracking. One more whisper and it would shatter, plunging Lili into the depths of sin.
And she wanted it.
She wasn't made for pleasure. She was remade by it.
With Lili, he didn't have to be perfect. He just had to be Jared.
"Haven't you figured it out, love?" Jared's words feathered over her, far away and dreamy. "There's no place I can't take you. Nowhere you won't go. Nothing you can't take. That's what this is."
“Love is strong,” Jared whispered. “It can overcome anything else.”
Survival was important, necessary, but there were things beyond it. Even things more important, as perverse as that seemed. Every one of Dallas's people knew it, lived it. Breathed it. They were part of something bigger than themselves, a family that would live or die by their collective strength.