It was the first night of the Sacrificium, a night of sacrifice and death, a night when the black coins tendered in the Lottery would be tendered back. It was also the Hora Mille Semitis, the Hour of a Thousand paths—for that is the day the Sacrificium had fallen on this year—the hour when best friends might become enemies, when lovers of longstanding might betray oaths, the hour in which anything and everything was possible. And the alignment was felt: from the upper echelons of the capitol to the poorest quarters of the downriver provinces. For the message of Valdus’ rebellion had spread—whether it was a tract nailed to a door before quickly being torn down or a blast in the night that caused the power to fail in entire regions. It was a night for dreaming and for huddled collusions, for the breeze to course through rustling leaves, for long dead hearts to awaken and start pumping blood. The Sacrificium had once more come to Ursathrax, but so had the Hour of a Thousand Paths, and Valdus’ Revolution, and something else, something elusive but impossible to ignore, nebulous, but as real as the River Dire, which seemed to have stolen into the world on the wind itself.
** WARNING: This erotic romance novel includes adult situations, including some abuse and other disturbing material. Due to content, this standalone romance is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. **
As a successful businessman, Stone Black still battles with the demons in his closet. Unable to hold a successful relationship, he is broken beyond repair and never allows anyone to get close enough to fix his wounds.
Recently coming into money, Anaya Cole is looking to invest her wealth and open an abuse center.
Without warning, Mr. Black walks into her life.
Their attraction is overwhelming, but Anaya doesn’t want to want him. She has it on good authority that he is a man-whore—a person she can’t seem to picture herself with.
“Ms. Cole has penetrated my mind, and I just can’t seem to get her out of it. I have to have her, so have her I will. If it’s the last goddamn thing I do, I will screw her until she can’t walk and then I will move on with my life just like I have always done.”
Anaya is victim to the intoxicating aroma that is whiskey—his breath addicting. Craving him, her heart and her head collide, leaving her with an important decision… walk away or risk being burned.
After all, whiskey never felt so good.