Trust is a dangerous gamble.
In a case of mistaken rideshare identity, I end up in a car with the owner of the very casino I’m trying to get to for my cousin’s wedding.
I’m completely unaware that I’ve jumped into a car with Nicholas Deschamps, a powerful man who is desensitized to violence. He’s irresistibly charismatic and extremely handsome, making him a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
He doesn’t reveal his true motives until I find him in my room waiting for me.
I assumed after that weekend, our simple exchange in Sin City would be the end.
But someone has been stalking me since I left. Has my darkest desire followed me back home? He warned me he likes to play games. That I shouldn’t trust him because he would devour me.
All I can say is… let’s play.
Devour is a steamy, contemporary (loose) retelling of Little Red Riding Hood. It is a stand alone novel with no cliffhanger and a HEA. Some scenes could triggering. The hero is morally grey. There’s violence, stalking, gambling, and an intense game of hiding and seek.
