Shattered Masks

He didn’t just stalk me. He wore the face of the man I’d run to next.

Lila

The night I met him, every instinct I had screamed run.

My body knew what my mind refused to admit. I was standing in front of a predator. But I let him buy the drinks. Let his hands trace knowing paths across my skin, like he’d touched me a hundred times before. Just once, I told myself.

The next man was supposed to be safe. The antidote to every red flag.

Until he touched me the exact same way. Same hungry eyes. Same shadows curling at the edges of the room.

Different face. Same hunger.

I stay because when his darkness wraps around me, my body answers before my fear can.

Malrek

I’ve watched her for months.

I’ve lived inside her phone, her walls, the darkest corners of her dreams. I know the catch in her breath when she’s touched just right. I know the scent of her skin when she comes undone.

She thinks she’s playing it safe, moving on to the next man, never realizing I wear them all like masks. Let her run. Let her believe she has a choice.

The game was rigged before it began.

She’s already marked.

Mine.

Shattered Masks is a scorching, pitch-black paranormal romance featuring a morally gray demon who wears a thousand faces, the obsession he refuses to release, and a sharp heroine who reads every warning sign, and still walks into his trap. Adult readers only. Please review the full content warnings on the author’s website before reading.