Crazy. Psycho. Freak. Those are just a few of the words society has used to label me since I was old enough to remember. Not that it isn’t true—I am crazy. I've been dealt nothing but craptastic hands in this game called life, suffering through many unimaginable atrocities, and as a result, my psyche had to come up with creative ways to keep me from folding in on myself. Three separate personalities being one. My Invulnerable Woman act with Carnaval du Plaisir being the other. And then one day came Brooks… He wasn’t a product of my imagination or part of the show, but after that first night I saw him in the audience during one of my salacious, death-defying acts, he kept coming back for more. Each time he tried getting closer, tried worming his way into my calloused heart, and each time I warned him unhinged broads like me don’t fall in love. Only he proved me wrong. I did, I fell—truly, madly, deeply… and then we paid the ultimate price. They say love conquers all. Yeah, well, I call bull. Psycho bitches don’t get a happily ever after. Note from the Author: We’re All Mad Here is not a true romance novel. It is a dark psychological with the added romance and spice. Some readers may consider it dark romance, but word to the wise—there is no HEA. Should you decide to forge on and brave Vayla’s twisted world, please remember you are doing so at your own discretion. Also please keep in mind, this book contains dark subject matter. Check content warning inside and proceed with caution. Suitable for mature audiences only.