I’m not a good person. In fact, I’m a real bitch. If the opportunity arises, I will take your husband, give him the best sex he’s ever had, and laugh behind your back once I’m done with him. I do not put on airs and graces. I just take what I want whenever I want it. I am the abused who has become the abuser. I live for power because all power had been stripped from me for years. Now that I have it back, I feed off of it like it’s my primary sustenance, and I don’t care who I hurt in the process. Every woman hates me, but do you know what? I don’t give a shit. You won’t like me. I’m not here to be liked. You want to know my story? I won’t stop you from observing. Just know that once I’m done with you, no shower—no matter how scalding—will ever get me out from under your skin. Warning: If you’re looking for pink, fluffy clouds, rainbows, and HEA’s, then this book is not for you. These pages contain flashback scenes of child abuse in all forms (physical, sexual, and emotional) as well as BDSM and other taboo themes. Love does not live in this book. Only dark, twisted, and sick obsessions thrive here. You. Have. Been. Warned!

Richard. The bane of my existence. His name alone conjures up both nightmares and wet dreams. I try to stay away from him, but no matter what, I keep going back for more. He is my addiction—a craving that needs satiating. I thought, in time, I would be able to escape. That was until my escape plan went awry. Now, I’m his prey, and I am forced towards his lair with nowhere else to go. He has me trapped. And my hunter is about to come and retrieve his prize.

Book Two in the Siren series is not a standalone. Reading Siren beforehand will definitely enhance your reading experience of My Valentine. Roses are red, violets are blue. You’ve sent me to Hell. Now you must join me, too. Obsession is a word that’s followed me since the day I met her. I’m not too ashamed to admit it flows through my veins. I, of all people, realise how dangerous that can be. I may have escaped, but no matter how much I run, she’s there, reminding me of what I did...what I miss. Even in death, she haunts me. If losing her wasn’t enough, I constantly have to live with her inside my head during the day, in my dreams at night. She’s punishing me. It’s what she does best. Even gone, her claws sink deep into my skin. I thought it was over. I was wrong. It seems Scarlet’s not quite done with me yet. Warning: There are scenes - as in the previous book, Siren - which may trigger those sensitive to sexual abuse.