A hot, morally gray mentor who loathes me. A sprawling funeral home. Torture, mayhem, and a hazy Las Vegas wedding I can't remember.
Luna needs to finish an internship to graduate, but staying alive suddenly takes precedence when she's paired with the cold, starkly handsome attorney straight from Hell. Roman Fowler is an infamous partner at the most notorious law firm in Las Vegas, and he’s harboring deadly secrets and looking for retribution. When he forces Luna’s hand, their chemistry explodes, and revenge becomes obsession.
But Luna isn’t a helpless, scared child anymore. The House of Spades is a powerful, violent, oddly close-knit family who adopted her, and they have a hands-on, DIY approach to taking care of “life's little problems.” They're still deciding if Roman is a problem when Luna's past threatens her.
Can they fight the danger and their past demons together? Or will the monsters win for good this time?
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I’ve been faithful long enough.
I never claimed to be a good man, but I’ve always done what was expected of me.
Find a nice girl. Get married. Have children.
That was my duty as a good Christian man.
And everything was going as planned when I met Briar.
Beautiful. Charismatic. Sexy.
But marriage is hard, and after seven years, I feel like I’m failing.
Then, a figure from my past enters the picture.
Dean Sheridan is cocky and charming. When this twenty-five-year-old needs a place to stay, I should turn him away—especially after I notice the spark between him and my wife. But I don’t.
When I pressure him about his relationship with Briar, he does the last thing I expect.
He dares me.
He thinks he can take what’s mine.
And if it’s a challenge he wants, it’s a challenge he’ll get.
What started as a game becomes so much more.
Between them. Between us.
This isn’t how normal couples behave.
The games we’re playing are dangerous.
And the roles we’re playing are far more.
But God help me, I can’t seem to stop.
What we’re doing is wrong, but it feels so right, and before long, I don’t recognize the good husband I used to be.