Hazel: Sam is the cold-day-in-hell very-bad-idea I want nothing to do with. But one night on a train changes everything, and now I’m tumbling head-over-heels in lust with a man who barely has his life together. At what point in our depraved series of carnal negotiations do I admit to myself that I’m in over my head? Sam: Hazel is my escape, my second chance at being a good person, my first real shot at being an honest man. Sure, she mostly wants me for my filthy mouth and talented fingers, but that’s the deal with the devil I’ve made. I get to love her, and she gets to use me for my body. No feelings, no talk of forever. It’s for the best. It’s just a matter of time before the house of cards I have carefully constructed around my family comes tumbling down again. And when it does, Hazel won’t want anything to do with me ever again.