I never meant to be here: tied up in bed next to a serial killer. When I followed him home, I was just playing Nancy Drew. Trying to find out his secret. His kiss was intoxicating, and I thought he was harmless. I was wrong. Nancy Drew never ended up in a basement, handcuffed to a radiator, teased to the edge of insanity, begging to be let go. Soon, I stopped begging to be let go. Soon, I started begging to be his.

A Dark Erotic Romance People wear masks. I cut them off. She doesn't know it, but she's already mine. They all are. They cry. They scream. They beg for their lives. Truth of it is, they're all wearing masks. Even me. I'm just the only one who's not afraid to look at what lies underneath. \\\* My hands are tied behind my back. Even if I could get loose, I'm locked inside the plastic surgeon's library. He's in the next room. Killing someone. And if I said I wanted him to let me go, I'd be lying. Author's Note : This is a dark romance novel with mature themes that might make some readers uncomfortable.

This can’t be happening. Not to me. It was supposed to be fun. A spring break trip to Tijuana with my friends. A margarita in each hand while we danced the night away. Then I saw him in the club. He was too perfect to be true—an impeccably tailored suit, a sculpted body. Ice-blue eyes that seared with desire. I thought everything about him was right. But I was dead wrong. A gun to my head. A collar around my neck. A whisper in my ear telling me to follow orders… OR ELSE. And the strange look in his eyes that tells me there’s a secret he’s still hiding…