If anyone has ever deserved to get raw-dogged by a couple of strangers, it’s me. I’ve had the year from Hell and a break-up that matched that shitty energy, so why not? It’s one full moon weekend with no strings attached and no rubbers—which are my two favorite things to not have—and I get to walk away Monday morning with my head held high and my legs feeling like jelly. A girl’s gotta indulge every once in a while.

Soundproof rooms. Tailor-made experiences. A night I’ll never forget with a man who completely, utterly ruined me. This is Hotel Deviant… and I asked for it. \this is a stand-alone steamy romance in the Deviantverse. You do not have to read Camp Deviant to understand. Please check the TW's before reading\

All I wanted was to take a little control back. Drake Rhodes stole it from me when he stalked me to the point I had to leave my family, but House Deviant promises healing. They promise thirty days of facing my fears and allowing the darker parts of myself out to play in a safe, controlled environment. But there's nothing safe or controlled when a man leaving Drake's calling card takes me from my home and locks me in a cage around the time that my stay is supposed to begin. This is House Deviant... or is it?

When Kaz Koren accepted a transfer from House Deviant to Club Deviant, I told myself not to get involved. It doesn't matter that he's devastatingly hot. He's also brutal, sadistic, and completely off limits. He's my stepsister's boyfriend. She's planning a future with him while I'm stealing all of his attention from a cage. It doesn't seem fair. But he's also the only person who ever stands up for me. He protects me at work, at home, and there's nothing quite as intense as his gaze when his eyes are on me. He also doesn't seem to care about her at all, but that doesn't make sense. He's with her, not me, no matter how many times we blur the line at work. I just have to keep telling myself that what happens at Club Deviant stays at Club Deviant. Right?