Grace: Lucas Glass. Artist. Those are the words on the elegant white card he gave me but I know better. He tells me I’m his latest muse but I can tell he wants to do more than paint my body. Every inch of him screams danger. My bestfriend tells me to run while I still can. A dead cop’s daughter, a nice girl like me can’t handle a man like him. I’m about to prove all of them wrong.
Lucas: I wanted out. I left my past behind, hoping to start fresh but blood’s always thicker than water. I need to stay away from Grace but one taste of her sweet lips and I’m hooked. Grace’s the light to my darkness, but one misstep and I can drag us both to the underworld I’ve escaped from.
Winter Sloane is the alter ego of a single mother who loves reading and writing romances in her free time.
She likes writing about possessive bad boys and the women who love them.