We were never meant to survive each other. Star-crossed lovers never do.
Gabriella They dressed me in white so I’d look untouched. Pure. As though the sins they carved into me wouldn’t show if I smiled just right. But I learned early how to keep quiet. How to bleed without screaming. How to stay alive in a world that wants to own you. He was the only thing I ever had that was mine. The boy from across enemy lines. The secret I kept hidden in the dark. And when I lost him, I learned to survive without hope. Until he came back. And set everything on fire.
Vienna She was the only beautiful thing I ever touched that didn’t break. Until I let her go. But I never stopped watching. Never stopped waiting. They say she belongs to the Riders now. That she chose them. But I know the truth—because I know her. And when her silence stretched too long, I did what I promised I never would. I crossed the line. And I’ll cross every damn one after that to make her remember who we were. And who the hell we still are. They call me the joker. The smart mouth. The man who never takes anything seriously. But I’m done playing the fool. It’s time they remembered what I’m really capable of.
In the end, it won’t matter who burned first. Only who survives the ashes. Because some stories aren’t about rescue. They’re about revenge. And some fairy tales don’t end in kisses. They end in fire.
J.M. Johnson is a UK based author, often writing books set in her home of Yorkshire.
She writes dark romance that are very, very spicy, with morally grey men, and strong female leads. With a profound love of sarcasm (that's the British in her!) her books are always filled with it, as well as sprinkling humorous banter throughout.
All of the books come with trigger warnings like a shopping list, but are also plot heavy.
When she's not writing, she's either practicing her special effects makeup, or spending time with her three children, her fiance and her two dogs.