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306 pages, Paperback
First published July 5, 2016
"I want your life...or your daughter."

“I want his life,“ he said, putting the gun on the surface of the desk, „or I want you.“
Byron St. James wasn't just any normal boss. Byron St. James was the boss equivalent of a third-world fascist dictator...
Byron St. James, asshole to rule all assholes, ice king extraordinaire...
He wasn't a good guy. He didn't have a heart. He was cold, cruel, calculated, cocky and manipulative. He was selfish...
But right then, right there in his own bed, his dark eyes on mine, he wasn't that man. He wasn't the Byron St. James I had come to accept, and maybe even respect in a sick sort of way. He was giving, good and kind...
“You're so afraid of life that you're barely fucking living it.
I realized in a moment of binding, Earth-shaking clarity, that I had never felt anything even akin to it before. It was too soon. It was stupid. It was reckless. It was completely and insanely unlike me. But I loved him.
I was hopelessly in love with someone who could never and would never love me back,
someone I would have to walk away from sooner rather than later, and in doing so, leave parts of myself bloodies and strewn...

What could you possibly get from being with me?
Myself.
I got to be myself...




