After pausing her own plans to care for her grandmother, Presley inherited the Victorian house in the woods of Hollow Creek and took a job at The Crooked Spine while she figured out her next chapter.
Then Hades walked into the shop, dark and imposing, the sort of man she ought to refuse—and the one she cannot stop wanting.
Someone has been watching her from the trees, first as a shift beyond the window and a sound she could almost dismiss, until a masked figure stood waiting between the trunks.
Hades let her believe they met among the bookshelves, though he already knew which bedroom was hers and how she looked through the glass at night.
She is frightened of the stranger in the woods, but she should fear the man in the bookstore just as much, because they are the same.
