Trix The last time I ignored the red flags, I almost died. Waking up in a body bag tends to put things into perspective. My scars are a reminder to stay in my lane. I don’t take risks. I don’t take candy from strangers. I don’t leave my doors unlocked, and I never, ever play with monsters. Until Kenzo, My next red flag. With his sinful looks and wicked mouth, he’s a silver-tongued devil in disguise, and my one-way ticket to hell. Kenzo Women are just a means to an end, a release after a day spent seeped in chaos and violence. They’re all the blonde, curvy, interchangeable Barbie dolls. I get in, get off, and get out. That’s my motto for an easy life. Until Trix. My new complication. With her scarred body and haunted eyes, she quickly becomes my obsession, and broken dolls are much more fun to play with. Author Kenzo is more villain than white knight so please only listen to Compel if you have a crooked moral compass and like your heroes on the deranged side like I do. *This book plays with the darker side of love, such as obsession, infatuation, and the power plays made to obtain it.*