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438 pages, Paperback
First published April 10, 2018






I’d come to trust people by how much pain their eyes held, and his bore the endless depths of sorrow.
Sera and I shouldn’t have been what we’d become anyway. Like light and dark, fire and water, the moon and the sun trying to come together. We didn’t mix.
I hated the way I wanted him. I was sick for craving the fire in my belly, the thrill of pissing him off just so I could touch the scalding flame inside, like a child reaching out for a hot stove.
I was drawn to her light. Her purity and innocence, as if I’d been buried alive in a cold dark tomb for too long, before being given one breath, one moment of warmth on my skin.
"Everything had to be perfect. One kill at a time."


"Everything was coming together perfectly."Ty is a man on a mission. After experiencing great loss in his life, the only way for him to find peace is to seek revenge. Sera Kutscher is a young student who is desperate to break away from her father and the criminal world he lives in. When Sera and Ty's paths cross both are quite taken with each other. Although Sera is hesitant to accept Ty's advances, she eventually surrenders to the consuming force of Ty. As their relationship continues to grow, Ty feels conflicted over his desire to be with Sera and his desire to complete his quest for revenge.

"The game had changed before my eyes."Told in dual POV, Intrepid is a suspenseful read full of numerous twists and turns. The plot is complex and the stakes are high for these characters to get what they want. The connection between Ty and Sera is intense and as the truth is revealed both struggle with the ability to trust each other. The tempo of the writing flows fluidly and at a rapid pace as the conflict continues to intensify. Although some of the choices of both of the main characters made were somewhat surprising, I was happy to overlook my frustrations and enjoy the ride!










No home, no family, no consequences, and as far as the world was concerned, I didn’t exist. I couldn’t decide if that was a blessing, or a punishment.
I could almost hear the tearing sounds of Sera peeling back the layers on her face, the porcelain façade she wore, so well, that even I couldn’t see what was beneath. There was so much more to her, so much deeper than the surface.
The truth was, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him, either, but being with him was like riding a roller coaster in pitch-blackness. Sure, it was exciting, as long as it didn’t throw me off somewhere along the way.

That one single moment turned an innocent boy into a monster.


My little blue fairy. The only thing capable of restoring life inside the hollow shell of the man I’d become.
Like a suicidal moth to a wildfire, he kept pulling me into his heat. Luring me with the promise of something exquisite. Both frightening and exhilarating.

“Because although that first kill was sloppy and terrifying, there was also something deeply satisfying about silencing the screams.”
“I’d come to trust people by how much pain their eyes held, and his bore the endless depths of sorrow.”
“You’re the knife in my skin tonight. The temporary pain that’ll make me forget everything else. I’m going to fuck you, Sera. I’m going to fuck you so hard that every time I think back to this night, I’ll feel the pain over and over like a scar across my memories.”


“The push and pull with him had officially become exhausting. He reminded me of a child, begging for my toy, and the moment he’d earned enough sympathy from me to hand it over, he shoved it away.”
“So, why do you really come up here?” I asked, ignoring his question. “I know it’s not to sit and think about me all day.” Tipping away just enough to coil my stomach, he looked down the side of the building and back. “Perspective.”






4.5★★★★Stars
Genre:
Romantic Suspense
Type:
Standalone (Vigilante Spin-Off)
POV:
First Person - Dual
❝ There was something oddly cathartic about immersing oneself in fear, letting go of the thin and fragile line that held an illusion of safety...Fear was like sex. Terrifying at times, yet exquisitely addictive .❞
❝ That one single moment turned an innocent boy into a monster.❞
❝ Ty had a way of consuming me whenever he was around. The world, my worries, none of it seemed to exist when I was with him, as if we lived inside our own little bubble.❞
❝ Sera and I shouldn't have been what we'd become anyway. Like light and dark, fire and water, the moon and the sun trying to come together. We didn't mix.❞



❝I found it ironic that the very thing I'd once sought to destroy was the only thing that could save me in the end.❞
"We were fated to hate each other. I’d known that from the beginning."
"No home, no family, no consequences, and as far as the world was concerned, I didn’t exist. I couldn’t decide if that was a blessing, or a punishment."
"I couldn’t stand to look at her. Couldn’t stand to breathe. Everything I wanted, everything I’d fantasized about, was wrapped up in the woman whose name had long paved the path for vengeance."
“Have you ever hated someone you were supposed to love, and loved someone you were supposed to hate?”
“It is temporary. Everything is temporary, Sera. Homes. Life. Love. What’s the point of getting attached to anything, if it all ends the same?”
"His kiss wasn’t sweet, or reverent, but fervent and greedy. It felt forbidden, as if we shouldn’t, for a hundred different reasons—not a single one of which came to mind in that moment."
“You feel that? The urgency and excitement building inside of you? All that pressure in your muscles and the need to fucking rip something apart? That’s how I feel every time I’m around you."
“Every minute of this is a piece of my destruction.” His ragged voice sent a shiver down my spine. “You’re going to destroy me, angel.”
“I want to take care of you, Ty.” I sank my fingers into his hair and slid my hand down his cheek, kissing him again, wishing I could slip beneath his skin and stay there.
“Why?” His hands spread the thin layer of sweat over my body as he swept them over every inch, as if he didn’t want to stop touching me.
“Because I think you need it. I think you need someone to take care of you.”
“You’re my little blue fairy. My most perfect thing.”
"See, you might have connections in high places. But I have connections in very low places. Very dark places.”
"My heart was a canvas, an empty slate, upon which, he’d sketched his darkest desires. And no one would ever erase it, or draw over the parts he’d already claimed."
"I’d been to the highest points in the city and faced off with some of its most dangerous criminals, but nothing scared the shit out of me like the thought of never seeing her again."["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>
“I want you to know, after everything that happened, I never regretted a moment with you.”
“I never regretted it, either.”



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"Every minute of this is a piece of my destruction." His ragged voice sent a shiver down my spine. "You're going to destroy me, angel."
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'I was drawn to her light. Her purity and innocence, as if I’d been buried alive in a cold dark tomb for too long, before being given one breath, one moment of warmth on my skin. I craved her as much as the air and the heat I needed to feel alive again.'
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”I found it ironic that the very thing I'd once sought to destroy was the only thing that could save me in the end.”
”You’re the knife in my skin tonight. The temporary pain that’ll make me forget everything else.”



"What if the victim wasn't a victim at all? What if the killer was actually doing the world a favor?"
"Monsters did exist. And they did horrible, unimaginable things."
"I'd come to trust people by how much pain their eyes held, and his bore the endless depths of sorrow."
"I was drawn to her light. Her purity and innocence, as if I’d been buried alive in a cold dark tomb for too long, before being given one breath, one moment of warmth on my skin."
"I had an affinity for pain. Not the physical variety, but the deep-seated emotional shit that left a person a sobbing pile of self-destruction afterward. My mother called it passion ... She'd told me it was the curse of being an artist, always seeking inspiration, absorbing heartache and tragedy like a lovesick sponge in order to create beauty."
"I hated the way I wanted him. I was sick for craving the fire in my belly, the thrill of pissing him off just so I could touch the scalding flame inside, like a child reaching out for a hot stove."

”If it’s meant to be, it’s gonna happen.”

Everything had to be perfect. One kill at a time.
”Have you ever hated someone you were supposed to love, and loved someone you were supposed to hate?”
���I’m going to feed off you until I’m no longer hungry.”
”You’re going to destroy me, angel.”
He breathed life into me, while drowning me at the same time, filling my lungs as he’d pulled me under the surface.
We were fated to hate each other. I’d known that from the beginning.
”You belong to me.”

I’d tried to deny my attraction to Ty, to hold tight to what little self-control I could muster around him, but something about the guy drew me in. Like a suicidal moth to a wildfire, he kept pulling me into his heat. Luring me with the promise of something exquisite. Both frightening and exhilarating.
I’d rather have one moment with him than not at all. Even if it wasn’t beautiful and perfect. I’d date the ugly and messy just to feel it. To feel everything.
“There is no other woman for me, Sera. It’s only you … Like a fucking addiction I can’t shake.”
I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could hear the quaver in his voice, the unstable sound of a man on the edge.
“I’ll never be good enough. Not for you. But tonight, I’m going to make you feel good.”
“Every minute of this is a piece of my destruction.” His ragged voice sent a shiver down my spine. “You’re going to destroy me, angel.”
I was drawn to her light. Her purity and innocence, as if I’d been buried alive in a cold dark tomb for too long, before being given one breath, one moment of warmth on my skin. I craved her as much as the air and the heat I needed to feel alive again.
Having her in my arms made me feel invincible. Stronger. It made me realize the risks I was willing to take for her, to be able to stare into my future again without flinching.
She made me reckless. Fearless.
Intrepid.

