The danger of a wearing a mask, is believing the mask.
And the gorgeous god of Westbrook Blues wears one so well, the world not only believes it, they also adore him.
Truth is, he's a cold-blooded god with a dark side.
He hides his ruthlessness, his cunning and devastating plans behinds a calm, impassive but seductive exterior.
Only problem is, I know his secrets.
Before anyone else heard his voice, he'd whispered a promise in my ear.
I'd felt his heart and heard it straining and yearning for something I'd do anything to give.
Maybe that's when it all started--the venomous fate between us.
A thousand heartbeats ago, I'd wanted his attention on me, but now, I want to run.
But Emmett Easton always gets what he wants.
He's a savage predator locked in on the scent of my desperation, my brokenness and my pain--all of which he foreshadowed.
I suddenly find myself at the center of his twisted plans, playing a game with only three conditions.
Exclusive. No holds barred. And indefinite--until ge says otherwise.
So now, in front of the deep emerald-eyed, heartless god, I'll sin.
I'll lie. I'll deceive. I'll do anything to climb out of this pit of unrequited despair.
But isn't it pathetic? To be intricately bound to a man that will for sure break me before he ruthlessly leaves me?
