I tried to kill a man in broad daylight, and he intervened. I was taken to his home and persuaded to work for him instead. It should be easy. It’s not. I shouldn’t crave his darkness, his whispers of ruin and his rough fingers dragging against my skin. He gave me a choice. One hundred days then freedom. But what happens when the burning rose is me?
Burning Roses (The Romanovs Book 1)
by: Stella Andrews