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340 pages, Paperback
First published April 15, 2018





This was cruelty. This was primal and raw. This was a man showing a woman who owned her.
Hot and then cold. Gracious and then cruel. Friendly and then unnerving. Vincent Mercier was a puzzle of opposites, the type of person that constantly kept you on guard.

She would play his games, and she would walk away the victor.


“Not only that, but you are my last victim, the woman who will forever mourn the last life I took.”
“And there it was, the moment I knew she was mine for the taking. The moment her cloak of rebellion faltered just enough for me to read inside and take hold of the desperation within.”
“Desire is a slippery thing, easing inside a person’s skin to capture, to taunt, to strengthen and spread out until your mind becomes mud and your heart races in an effort to escape your chest.”





“…Meadow was left to stare at a devil with the face of an avenging angel. Prison had done nothing to strip him of his masculine, feral beauty. With dark brown hair swept back and dusting his collar, Vincent leaned back in his chair, his shackles jangling against the table. Green eyes studied her, the emerald color glimmering beneath the lights above their heads. His cheekbones were aristocratic, his jaw square and dusted with stubble, and his lips as sultry as she remembered them.”

"Vincent was a gold medalist in attraction, temptation personified, a weapon of cruel seduction that had been honed until wickedly sharp. It was through desire that he distracted and addled the mind, unrepentant for the cheap use of human instinct."
"Every so often, fate has a hand in opportunity. With a flourish of delicate fingers, it swirls the air around your existence, creating temptations that are too great, challenges that appear to be insurmountable. But within those moments when you doubt how simple coincidence could have led you to clear waters when you are thirsty, to a banquet when you starve, to the heat of fire when your bones scream for warmth and your heart beats weakly beneath the ice that encases it, you understand that certain events were meant to be, were written in the stars, were deemed by the Gods to be worthy for your life even before you were a twinkle amongst mankind."

”I think it’s only fair I warn you that in the bedroom I am a man with particular tastes.”


“…Myths. Legends. Fairytales. They all betray the truth about a person’s lips, that their kiss is the means by which life can be given or taken away. It’s never in the physical act of dominance and decimation, it’s in the submission to whim, the simple caress of one mouth against another, the slide of a tongue, the passion that ignites when two people share that single moment of pure bliss. Even a whore will spread her legs for whatever a customer offers, but she won’t give her mouth to him, only because a person’s secrets, their hopes, their dreams, their heart can be found in a kiss."
"For the first time since coming to Wishing Well, the fly had pulled out her pretty silver scissors and snipped herself free of his tangled web. Damn, it felt good to be a fly."

“The reason I always loved fairytales was because of their perfect timing, despite how unrealistic that timing might be. And this story is a fairytale, I hope you know that.”

"And he hadn’t been wrong to say that it was the too perfect timing that had made it possible for the story to end this way. As if fate herself had danced the streets of the city, the sway of her hips causing soft winds to blow and push all the characters into place.
Too perfect, that bitch we call fate and her timing."












4.5★★★★Stars
Genre:
Psychological Thriller
Type:
Standalone
POV:
Shifting – Multiple

❝ I will die in three days, but you will live on in your grief... and your hatred... And for that, I will also live on, until the day you take your final breath .❞
❝ You are my last victim, the woman who will forever mourn the last life I took .❞
❝ You don't know fear until you've traipsed through darkness. You don't know desolation until you've been tossed to the wolves. You don't know pain until you're shown just how disposable you are.❞
★★This was a F(BR) with War & CC★★
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ARC provided in exchange for an honest review.
“By standing where you are, you have a relationship with me already. Not only that, but you are my last victim, the woman who will forever mourn the last life I took. I will die in three days, but you will live on in your grief…and your hatred. And For that, I will also live on, until the day you take your final breath. It’s poetic, is it not?”
“Once upon a time, there was a dirty girl on the streets and the man who would make her his...”









"The perfect timing of fairy tales are intricately tied to the happy ending. However, in this particular fable - although there is a prince, there is a maiden, there is a villain, there is a kiss, and there is a sunset - the perfect timing is tied to its tragedy."
"You make a wish, and hope it comes true"