𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒 - 𝗱. 𝗱𝗶𝘅𝗼𝗻

❝Hell of a lotta shit to go through just for a pack of smokes.❞

❝Hell of a lotta shit you're talking but you don't hear me complaining.❞

⋆⑅˚₊𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗢𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗣𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗦 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗨𝗣 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗡 𝗜𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗡𝗘𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗥𝗦 𝗨𝗣 𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗠𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪𝗦 𝗜𝗧...

Carmen Moreno was flirting with death every time she craved a cigarette, the weight of her addiction pressing down like a noose around her neck, especially in the light of the end of the world. But the search for that fleeting relief had a way of unraveling the threads of her reality, leading her to an encounter that could ignite flames of chaos-or worse, desire.

When the hillbilly she finds herself intertwined with drags her into his reality, she quickly learns that trouble isn't just an inconvenience; it's a way of life. With every encounter, the stakes rise, and the lines between danger and something more intoxicating blur.

Carmen's world shifts into a fervor of chaos and desperation, drowning in the wisps of smoke. But will that hand of a hick save her, pull her above the surface and hold her until she can breathe clear again?

Gosh, she hoped so.