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306 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 28, 2021
The man who'd held his dying brother in his arms is gone. The man who'd lived inside a bottle of whiskey and let his marriage die a slow, painful death, is gone. In his place is an entity of merciless vengeance and fury made from blood and bone.
Rosanna and I still had our little home a few miles away, but if club business kept me late, or I had too much moonshine to get home safe, I had my own room.
Rosanna began to sob into her hands. I wanted to comfort her, I did, but I had nothing to give her.
“I’ve tried, but I can’t reach you anymore, and I’m tired, Jack. My mind. My body. My soul. I lost Cooper, too.” She picks up her bags. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t stand by and watch you slowly kill yourself with liquor and guilt.”
I look at Rosanna’s crown pendant on the table in front of me. She is gone. But nothing has really changed. Cooper is still dead. And I am still broken.
The man who’d held his dying brother in his arms is gone. The man who’d lived inside a bottle of whiskey and let his marriage die a slow, painful death, is gone. In his place is an entity of merciless vengeance and fury made from blood and bone.
I eat, I drink, I fuck, and I exist.
Antoinette. The most beautiful damn madam that ever there was. Red hair, the color of rubies. Tiny waist. Wicked smile. Eyes like sunlight on water filling with sparkle the moment they settle on me.
But for me, a night with Antoinette is exactly what I need.


The man who’d held his dying brother in his arms is gone. The man who’d lived inside a bottle of whiskey and let his marriage die a slow, painful death, is gone. In his place is an entity of merciless vengeance and fury made from blood and bone.......I eat, I drink, I fuck, and I exist.
Suppertime was raucous, and mornings were a nightmare with four kids to send off to school, but it was a happy household full of love and laughter, and the kind of warmth that made you feel secure and loved.
And even after the initial surprise of her telling me she’s leaving fades like smoke, I realize she is right. I love the memory of her. Of our relationship. Our marriage. But nothing has existed since that fateful afternoon. Everything died, and I’ve been too overcome with grief and too marinated in hard liquor to notice.
“I freaked out like a fucking moron this morning. You don’t deserve that. But I need you to understand that I’m trying to wrap my fucking head around what’s happening. Eighteen years ago, you were the kid who lived next door who played with my brother...... ”
It happens without thought. One magical moment born from the rain and thunder, and a deep burning need inside me. I take a step toward him and rise on my toes to press my lips to his. It is chaste. Sweet. A pair of rain-soaked lips coming together in a burst of abandonment.
