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611 pages, Paperback
First published March 12, 2024

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Beware of the monsters with beautiful eyes.
This is it. Only two options left. I escape. Or I die.
They were raised by the devil, and the devil doesn’t breed innocence. He breeds raw, seductive masculinity, apparently.
Apologize.” She walks right up to him like he’s not about to go full Hulk on her ass.
“Excuse me?” His head jerks back.
“Apologize for the threats you’ve made against my life and the way you’ve treated me since day one.”
He laughs, hollow and vibrating with evil. “Go fuck yourself.”
“You will.” She smiles. “One day, you’ll crawl to me on your fucking knees, begging me to forgive you. But it’ll be too late. You will be the one fucking yourself.”
Extending her middle finger, she walks out the door and slams it behind her.
“Goddamn.” I’m in love.
I need you to hate me, Frankie. Hate me the most. But we’re not staying away from this.” I gesture between us. “When I grovel and beg and crawl on my knees, I expect our hate-fucking to be the best fucking either of us will ever experience.”

In this desolate land, death dwells.
“There’s nothing wrong with hope.”
“It crushes, darling.”
The four demons of Hoss are my constant shadows, taking shifts in their vigilance, always watching, even when I can’t see them.
In the dark, we all lose our way.



“I’ll take any scrap you’re willing to throw my way. Scraps are better than nothing, because nothing is all I have.”


"They stripped me of everything, including freedom, and now, I must survive alone in an unfamiliar world."
"The odds are stacked against me. I’m not smart enough. Not skilled enough. Not brave enough.
It’s me against my shortcomings. But no matter what happens, I won’t let fears and insecurities be my downfall.
This is going to be hard. It will probably hurt like hell. But I will survive it."
"If hell exists, this is it. The place where evil reigns."

“But there’s something… Something dark and oily hanging in the air. Something whispering its inevitable doom in my mind.”
