They’re unpredictable and dangerous. Possessive and insatiable. And, for better or for worse, these psychopaths are mine.
The Fallen Starr
I fell for Knox, Thatcher, and Sagan’s charm and allowed myself to sink into their dark world as if I truly belonged. So enamored by their attention, as sick and twisted as it was, I lost sight of what these men do and what they’re good at.
But I won’t forget again. Not after what they did to me.
The shattered trust between us isn’t our only problem, though.
Tired of our games, our mysterious stalker emerges from the shadows with one deadly purpose in mind.
Will we survive whatever he has in store? Or will he use the new cracks in the foundation of trust my guys have created to tear us apart one by one until all that’s left is dust and bones?
