He was the man who destroyed me. The monster who left me in pieces over a decade ago. I swore I’d never speak to him again, that I’d never set eyes on him again as long as I lived. But I was wrong. When life gets too much and you need to escape, the poison that might kill you becomes oh so tempting. I craved his body, his smirk, his laughter as he pushed me to my limits. I needed a release. Just once. Just one night. That’s what I told myself. No strings, no illusions, no promises. Nothing but the lasting thrill of his flesh on mine. The lasting hit of his poisonous touch. But when poison runs through your veins, the way he runs through mine, it’s toxic and eats you alive. And this much passion always comes at a price...
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Jade has increasingly little to say about herself as time goes on, other than the fact she is an author, but she’s plenty happy with this. Living in imaginary realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever wanted. Jade is as dirty as you’d expect from her novels, and talking smut makes her smile. She lives in the Herefordshire countryside with a couple of hounds and a guy who’s able to cope with her inherent weirdness. She has a red living room, decorated with far more zebra print than most people could bear, and fights a constant battle with her addiction to Coca-Cola. Find Jade (or stalk her – she loves it) at: http://www.facebook.com/jadewestauthor http://www.twitter.com/jadewestauthor http://www.jadewestauthor.com Sign up to her newsletter via the website, she won’t spam you and you may win some goodies. :)
