Everything was white until she painted the walls red. Cheyenne Barnes intended to bathe in the blood of those that had wronged her. *Sequel to Blood Red* Excerpt: She'd been festering in her hatred and despair for ten days, and the call for blood had never been stronger. The men she'd killed on the Ark had humiliated her, harmed her, made her weak and helpless, left her lying naked and cold after violating her very being, but that was nothing compared to what Dr. Tsing had taken from her.

Not all love is gentle. Sometimes it's gritty and dirty and possessive. Sometimes it's not supposed to be careful or soft at all. Sometimes it feels like teeth. Excerpt: Even when she felt the urge to drop her eyes, she didn't. She needed him to know that she wasn't judging him, that she couldn't judge him because she was a thousand times more fucked up than he was. She liked it when he left bruises in the shape of his hands on her hips and thighs and throat. She liked it when bruises bloomed around the teeth prints he left on her neck and the way she felt like she wasn't going to be able to move the next day because of him. The pain let her keep him in a way that wouldn't go away, even when he wasn't right next to her.