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275 pages, Paperback
First published December 26, 2013
“I think you’re hiding demons too, Samantha Matthews. I want you to introduce me to all of them, because I think I finally found someone whose demons would play nice with my own.”
Creepy? Yes. Possessive? Absolutely. We all know I have issues. I. Don’t. Care. What. You. Think.Samantha is a strong heroine. Once you hear her story, wow. She’s feisty, spunky and she had some sense of humor. As dark and serious as this story could be, Sam had me laughing out loud more than once.
“It’s a condom, Kade, because if you’re going to act like a dick, you might as well dress like one,”
“I’m not surprised, nor could I bring myself to give any fucks about the situation. Seriously, my fucks had been all used up already.”
“Can your penis reach your rectum? Then go fuck yourself.”
“You know having a small dick is the leading cause of acting like a big one.”
“You need a hardcore fucking detox for assholism.”
“Everything that happened…to me…is stained here,” I whispered, touching my hand to my heart. “It will forever be in my heart, but what I want … is to move it over a little so I can fit you in there too.”
I wanted to drown in him. I wanted to feel every inch of that look against my skin. I wanted to touch every last part of him. I wanted to make him call out my name.
“I think the truth is that we are in love with the fantasy of being that one person who could inspire, arouse, or affect someone who is so untouchable to the rest of the world. It makes us feel special; like we’re the diamond in the rough, the one in a million, the one that everyone else couldn’t be, and do what everyone else couldn’t do. Imagine being that significant to someone? To never have to doubt that he loves you, or needs you, or more importantly, wants you more than any other.”












"Dedicated to the ones that are bruised and broken."
"There was blood all over my hands and I knew I was losing control, because I was more desperate to find a drink, than a napkin to clean off the mess."
"Violence and hate were in my veins. I was rage personified, and horror and malicee were my friends. We had lived together peacefully since I came to terms with being me."
"I'm sure Kade Grayson had a long line of interested women offering their dancing services to him for his money, but I wasn't going to be one of them."
"I wanted to hate her, break her, and keep her the hell away from my sick, twisted mind. But, there was no point in lying to myself, was there? Because I wanted a taste of her even more. I wanted her."
"We were a mere inches away from each other, and ready to either claw each other's eyes out or lick each other silly."
"Yeah, I was going to follow her. Staying away from her was not an option…. Fran dropped her off at a grocery store. Psycho me followed her in."
"You somehow soothe the chaos that's inside me. You heal me."
"People who have seen real life monsters up close will never feel understood by people who haven't. What those people don't understand, is that we still see those monsters, everyday."
"Everything that happened… to me… is stained here," I whisper, touching my hand to my heart. "It will forever be in my heart, but what I want, Sam is to move it over a little so I can fit you in there too."
"It's too early to laugh," I mumbled...
"Why? Do you hate morning people?" she asked, smiling.
"It has nothing to do with morning… it's the people part." I retorted…
"Mr. Grayson, your charm is showing. You might want to tuck it back in."
"Coitus Interruptus!" I screamed. "Stop and put your hands where I can see them."
"This was bad. This had BAD written all the fuck over it. This… this is just a morbid filled ice cream cone dipped in psycho flavoured sprinkles."
"I've been to his place; he lives in harmony with his dust bunnies."
"It was beautiful and dark, twisted and profound."


"Words had always come easily to me. Violence and hate were in my veins. I was rage personified, and horror and malice were my only friends. We had lived together peacefully since I came to terms with being me."
"No matter how badly it was going to hurt, I didn't want to be anywhere but with Lainey. Let her crush me. Let her destroy me. There wasn't much good left of me, but I wanted her to take every last bit."



























"Dealing with thoughts about her would end up like all my thoughts did, in sickening violence. I would need to find more words to match her beauty and somehow mar her fictional existence in my head with the exquisite release of her last breath, or possess her with demons, slaughter her by the hands of a delusional lover, disfigure her in a gruesome accident or something equally horrifying"
"My muse would not shut the fuck up. The obsession consumed me for days. The girl, I knew would be an obsession for longer. I wanted to scrape the words I’ve written off the white of the screen, grab them tightly in my hand and smash them against her face. Have her feel my words against her flesh, smear them into her pores, and have them seep into her skin"




You need a hardcore detox for assholism
”I learned an invaluable lesson once. If I stayed silent for long enough, and just watched long enough, people and life would pass by me, as if I were invisible. Or dead.









“If I’m not good enough because I’m a waitress, don't settle for me, don't sink down to my level. You don't deserve anything I have to offer. Let that shit hurt for a hot minute, simmer in it then leave me the fuck alone.”
“Will you call me? Maybe we could go out some time,” she smiled, walking to my front door.
“Love, I don’t even remember your name, and I don’t plan on asking you for it again.”
“You’re an asshole, you know that?”
“Yes, and you’re the whore who let me stick my dick in you and spank your ass,” I said, closing the door on her surprised expression. I would say I cared, but I hated lying.
Once you felt violence, most people couldn’t cope with it, they couldn’t even push the words through their lips. It instantly freezes the images in your mind, and those images are indestructible. Then there are people like me, who have been touched by violence so deeply that they completely lose their soul to it.
“I needed to see her again. I needed her to hate me and to stay far away from me, because I wanted to consume her completely.”
“I think I finally found someone whose demons would play nice with my own.”
“I didn’t care who or what Lainey was, I just wanted her completely. Never in my sick life did I ever give a bit of hope about finding a person who was compatible, who could find comfort in someone as fucking twisted as me.”
“No matter how badly it was going to hurt, I didn't want to be anywhere but with Lainey. Let her crush me. Let her destroy me. There wasn't much good left of me, but I wanted her to take every last bit.”
“Everything that happened…to me…is stained here,” I whispered, touching my hand to my heart. “It will forever be in my heart, but what I want … is to move it over a little so I can fit you in there too.”
“This…this is just a morbid filled ice cream cone dipped in psycho flavored sprinkles.”
AMAZON
"I live in a world of lies, fictitious characters I dream up and breathe life into, just to break, for the enjoyment of horror readers throughout the world."
"Words had always come easily to me. Violence and hate were in my veins. I was rage personified, and horror and malice were my only friends. We had lived together peacefully since I came to terms with being me."
"To hell with him, my skin was way too tough for some pathetic gorilla in a Gucci suit to break through."
"I was too old to play games. I was too messed up with my own issues to care about his, and I didn't do drama, not even in TV."