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424 pages, Paperback
First published March 11, 2016















The hate, the vengeance and sex are instruments that oil my existence and keep my compass true.

I may be Quinn Blackwood, occasional user of prescribed meds to keep the demons in check, who moonlights as Q, porn star to an exclusive few who pay millions for my work. And I may be an unhinged asshole with serious daddy issues. But no one said I wasn’t a giver.

I want to take a scalpel to all her secrets, bleed them and soil my hands with the viscera. I also want to fuck her until her body gives out. Right in this moment, I’m not sure what I want more.
Quinn Blackwood’s eyes are soulless pools. Staring into them is like staring into a bottomless abyss in the middle of a post-apocalyptic nightmare.

We’re caught in a cycle of wrath and cruelty and sex. He’s unleashed his darkness, and I’m the sex-hypnotized recipient of all of it. Even after he roars his climax, he keeps going, keeps flaying me.

God, I want to fuck you till you break. I may not be the right person to put you back together, but I want to do it anyway.”

Maybe my cracks aren’t so bad. Maybe the chasm isn’t as deep as I thought. Maybe she’ll take the leap with me. Maybe with her, I’ll survive the fall. Maybe she’ll even save me. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe…it’s too late.






["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've waited a while for this. So I won't stop at just tasting and licking.
I'm going to devour you. Make you wet and wring you dry. And I'm going to do it many,
many times, Lucky.†


†In eighteen months, I'll be thirty. I'll inherit fifteen billion dollars.
I'll be one of the richest men on earth. I'll also, if my plans succeed, be a murderer†
†Slowly, she raises her head. Her eyelids flick up. Her eyes are a cross between green and hazel with a natural dark rim that pronounces its vividness. I can’t pinpoint it exactly, but something about that look in her eye sparks my interest.
Hell, if I had a heart, I’d swear it just missed a beat.†

†My real name is Elyse Gilbert, nicknamed ‘Lucky’ by my father, because according to him, I'm the unluckiest person alive, and I'll die the same way I came into the world: naked, screaming, and dirt poor.†
†"Who owns this pussy?" he grunts
"You! You do."
"Fuck, yeah." He pulls out, thrusts again. Then the true pounding starts.†

†Maybe my cracks arent so bad.
Maybe the chasm isn't so deep as I thought.
Maybe she'll take the leap with me.
Maybe with her, I'll survive the fall.
Maybe she'll even save me. Maybe.
Maybe. Maybe... it's too late.†

“I…I won’t be doing anything…skanky, will I?”
“Define skanky.”
“This is going to be straight up sex. No other…bodily stuff? Because that would a firm no for me.” My mouth attempts another twitch.
“No water works, waste matter or bestiality will be involved in the performances.” Her fingers stop drumming.
“Okay.”




