"Why should I trust you?" I ask him. "Because you need me," he says hoarsely, "And I need you; more than you know." ~~ Special Agent Willow Hart's life fell apart after a terrible loss. Slowly building her way up, she is finally happy until she meets Tatum Black. Spending one evening with him made her feel more alive than she has ever felt, and she never wants that feeling to go away again. Her life is finally getting back on track when a new case throws her off yet again. As she unsolves the mystery of a case that seems to be connected to her in more ways she can imagine, she also slowly uncovers the mystery that is Tatum Black. They need each other more than they want to admit, which puts everything at stake for Willow. Will she take the risk and help him or quite possibly lose the chance to finally find what she has been looking for?

Warning: Mature Audiences Only!! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation This book is a ROMANCE, no matter how terrifying it may look at first. *** DESCRIPTION *** "I'll fucking slit your throat, you lying cunt. I don't have to burn you alive, I'll murder you with my own bare hands. I'll enjoy it, too. Laugh my ass off while you drown in your own blood, you're worthless and pathetic." He spat, his body shaking with uncontrollable rage. I felt my windpipes being crushed, tears welded in my eyes as I choked. I gasped for air, "well...someone d-didn't eat breakfast this morning. You're just Cuckoo for Coco P-Puffs." His massive hands tightened around my throat, shaking my body violently as his knuckles turned white with force, his beautiful face turned completely sinister with anger. Black spots darted in my vision, consuming my sight as they grew. My head started to feel light and airy as I began choking to death. His voice shook with rage, "What. Are. You." He seethed. His red eyes wide with fury. "I'm Batman." I choked, as I blacked out. *** 18 years ago, a baby girl was born, but she was born frail and weak. Her bones were delicate, and her heart could not beat on its own. The doctors told the mother that she would surely die within hours of her birth. Her mother prayed for something, anything to save her baby. The Devil answered. He saved her baby, and granted her the favor of life. With the mark of the Devil himself, branded into the smooth flesh of her skin. She had been claimed by the Devil, her fate sealed by the scar. But everyone knows... The Devil always comes to collect. ***