I'm broken, but only a little bit. Cracked, really. The small town I'm from doesn't see it that way, though. No, they think I'm a hurricane waiting to happen after what happened to my family eleven years ago. So what if I have an obsession with blood? That doesn't make me crazy! Right? They should be thanking me and calling me a hero after everything I do to keep this town safe from the real monsters. I'll keep my fiery godmother skills to the shadows. I might not be getting any awards anytime soon, but at least everyone is safe, mostly. All is well and good with my lonely little life until a giant of a man that sets my soul on fire comes searching for answers about the death of his brother. Did I mention that I'm the one who killed that brother? oops. This is a short erotic read intended for 18+ ONLY.