Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection)
Instead, I go home, scrub myself raw in the shower, and when the water runs cold, I sit on the bathroom floor.
Months pass.
I turn the experience into a horror novel….The House of Mirrors, they call it. A tale of captivity, of desire and dread twisted together until you can’t tell one from the other.
The critics love it. The readers devour it. They call it, unsettling, brutally intimate. They don’t know the half of it.
And then, there’s the book signing.
The store is packed, and I sign copies, smile, make small talk. My hand cramps. My face hurts from pretending. But I do it, because this is what I do, I’m a best selling author after all. I take the darkness and I make it art.
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