He was like a gravitational addiction, absorbing me in wanting supplemental endless amounts of his touch. He knew my body and my desires better than I ever could have imagined. He was an aphrodisiac taking over my entire existence. Our lust was out of control. And he wasn't even my husband... Smut from cover to cover... you've been warned 😜😘 All characters and rights belong to JK Rowling. My FABULOUS cover was created by the one and only InsufferableKnowItAl! Love you darling!! 😘😘

Lance Harper and Lucy Burns have avoided one another all through high school. He's the son of the town psychic; she's the daughter of a fundamentalist preacher. But the wall between them crumbles when Lance has a mind-splitting vision of Lucy's bathtub suicide. She resists his help, desperate to take a dark secret to an early grave. Fate has other plans. Lance and Lucy share chilling flashes of a different kind of blood bath. A dark figure. A gun. A high school massacre. A hallway full of bodies. Can Lucy overcome tensions at home that threaten to crush her? Can Lance convince her that there are no bat wings and cauldrons in his living room? As they attempt to put their polar differences aside to save their classmates-and manage to fall in love along the way-a deranged killer loads a gun and plots a horrific Columbine-style homecoming that no one will forget.