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152 pages, Paperback
First published September 19, 2014
“He wants to play a game, and I'm just trying to get out alive this time.”
“During sex, it was like he owned her body, her mind. Like they weren't hers anymore. Probably because they never were.”
“According to your pussy, it's a very big fucking deal,” he teased.”
“It was only ever you,” Jameson whispered.”


Can the Devil be forgiven?

REVIEW | AMAZON
AMAZONWhile he had been so busy trying to warn her away, he hadn't even noticed himself falling into her. Now Jameson couldn't tell where she began and he ended. The thought of Tate dying, it hurt his heart.

Jameson telling Tate not to do something, or she'd be punished. She does it to get punished. He pulls her hair, she loves it. The way other people kiss cheeks or hug, Jameson and Tate had pain. Pleasure. It was second nature to them, a second language. How easy it was to fall back into old habits.
Being with Jameson is like doing heroin. Highly addictive and highly lethal.

Tate couldn't get enough. She had always been an addict, and he was a drug. She wanted more. More than that, more than he was giving. All that he had to give.

“... I hurt you, and I'm still finding it difficult to forgive myself. If you had died, Tate …, there are no words. I would have been very sad. And not just because I had done something bad, I want you to know. I would have been sad because my world is a very lonely place without you.”

“Jameson. This isn't a game. This is my life. I don't want you playing with it.”
“Baby girl, sometimes I wonder if it was ever a game.”
Oh, Satan. You get me every time.









