Love can consume a person. Malcolm Withers consumed me. I’m not complaining, you see, he’s everything I ever wanted in a man, and he loves me.I love Malcolm with every fiber of my being. However, some men must be the hunter, and they must have prey. I willingly accepted that position.However, never cross the hunter. The consequences could be grave.Then the hunter becomes the jailer.Love is a strange and intense emotion, and it makes men and women do crazy things.Sometimes it takes a near-death experience to make two people realize love and trust must go hand and hand.My name is Miranda Owens, and I learned that the hard way.I despise Malcolm Withers. Why? Because he's the kind of man I can love.Graphic sex, and adult situations.
