A Taste of Fire

My best friend disappeared a month ago.

The police insist she ran away. My father tells me to stop asking questions. But every lead, every whispered rumor, every dead end points back to the same place.

Devil's Den.

New York's most exclusive underground club is a world built on wealth, sex, and secrets. Behind devil masks and velvet curtains, the city's elite indulge their darkest appetites while dancers become fantasies, security hears every conversation, and certain girls receive invitations downstairs... only to return with empty eyes and fresh scars.

Determined to find out what happened to my best friend, I slip inside the Den under the name Karma, trading my identity for a mask and a lie.

The last thing I expect to find is Jackson Brooks.

Haunted by his younger brother's death, Jackson is searching for answers of his own. The last place Ashton was seen was Devil's Den, and two days later, he was found dead. The police call it suicide. Jackson calls it murder.

We should never have crossed paths. We shouldn't trust each other. But every lie we uncover forces us closer together until suspicion becomes obsession, every touch blurs the line between protection and possession, and every kiss makes it harder to remember why we're really there.

The deeper we descend into the Devil's Den, the more the club changes us.

Someone is watching. Powerful men are buying more than bodies. And every secret we uncover drags us closer to a darkness that's becoming impossible to resist.

Because the most dangerous thing waiting under the Devil's Den isn't the evil hiding in its shadows.

It's what Jackson and I become when we finally stop running toward the truth... and start falling into each other.