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352 pages, ebook
First published October 13, 2015

I didn’t think answering someone else’s cellphone would change my life. But the stranger with the low, deep voice on the other end of the line tempted me, awakened my body, set me on fire. He was looking for someone else. Instead he found me.
And I found a hot, secret world where I felt alive for the first time.
His name was Dylan, and, strangely, he made me feel safe. Desired. Compelled. Every dark thing he asked me to do, I did. Without question. I longed to meet him, but we were both keeping secrets. And mine were dangerous. If I took the first step, if I got closer to Dylan—emotionally, physically—then I wouldn’t be hiding anymore. I would be exposed, with nothing left to surrender but the truth. And my truth could hurt us both.
“You can hang up whenever you want. Say the word and this is over. But if you want to keep going, it’s my rules.”
I clutched the phone in my hand.
“Yes or no?”
He was forgetting. She was making him forget.
He came from a long line of villains. And that shit couldn’t be forgotten… He was still the beast. The bad guy in the stories. She just didn’t know it yet. And he was forgetting. He was letting himself forget. Because he’d somehow gotten addicted to the sound of her voice. The way her voice made him feel.
Sometimes it was nice pretending to be the hero.
“Are you safe?” he asked.
The question with it’s implied concern bit into me… Tears burned my eyes. No one had worried about me. Not in a very long time…
“Yes.” My voice was gruff and thick. “I’m safe.”
“You sure?”
I got the sense that if I told him no, that I felt threatened or scared, he would do something about it. Arrive at that metal door to help me.
The temptation to trust him was not insignificant.
What he heard in her voice told him everything he needed to know about her. That she was scared, but she was trying… In her voice he could hear every dark and forbidden thing she craved. And he wanted to give it to her. Everything she wanted and the things she didn’t know to want, yet.
How far would she go?
She wanted dark? He had all the dark. All of it. And he’d show her every midnight corner of it.
“Hey.”
“You okay?”
I smiled at his familiar opener. “Why do you always ask that?”
“Because it’s the only thing that matters.”







How far would she go?
She wanted dark? He had all the dark. All of it. And he'd show her every midnight corner of it.

In the end it wasn't a decision. Dylan was an instinct. An urge, like a tide in my blood.
My entire life I'd spent caring...soaking up every mood, decoding every silence. So attuned to everyone else around me that I'd practically evaporated.

He'd learned the hard way to keep his wants and desires on a short list. Wanting too much, either one thing or a million, only meant he wouldn't get it. He was clumsy with fragile things- always trying to hold onto them so hard they broke.















"In her voice he could hear every dark and forbidden thing she craved. And he wanted to give it to her."
"The distance between us throbbed. With anger. With lust. Questions and huge fucking secrets."
“Now what?”
“Now, take off your clothes.”
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“I’ve never been wild.”
“You want to be, don’t you? That’s why you’re calling me.?”
“Yeah, I guess…maybe…”
“Yes or no. There’s no one else here to hear you and I ain’t judging.”
“Yes. Yes, I’d like to be wild.”
“I’m the fucking luckiest man on the planet tonight. The only thing I’m going to do is help you come.”
She was scared, but she was trying; in order to get what she wanted she was pushing past her own bullshit fears and being brave. In her voice, he could hear every dark and forbidden thing she craved. And he wanted to give it to her. Everything she wanted and the things she didn’t know to want, yet.
How far would she go?
She wanted dark? He had all the dark. All of it. And he’d show her every midnight corner of it.
“It’s a seduction, Annie. It’s about want. Not need.”
“You’ve already seduced me,” she whispered. “All I want is you.”
We were editors of our own selves, revealing only what we wanted to show. Being only what served us best.
Trust was an enormous act of faith.
And faith…God, faith was hard.


"It's about seduction, Annie. It's about want. Not need."
"You've already seduced me," she whispered. "All I want is you."

















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