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A grieving father becomes suicidal. His wife left him, and his daughter wrote him off. He loses all hope until he finds his wife's pile of dark romance books. He realizes the truth was hidden in plain sight all this time, only now it's too late. He can't become her fantasy, so he hires a ruthless drug dealer to be her fantasy and destroy her. Since he can't have her, he wants someone to destroy her. There is only one problem. His ex-wife is the most powerful lawyer in the city, and the drug dealer has a bigger appetite for flesh than money. Can the monster break someone who tames monsters for a living?
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He kills to cleanse the filth-the ones the world already gave up on. But then he sees her-innocent, untouched, untainted. The world hasn't ruined her yet, and he won't let it. The only way to protect her... is to take her. She was supposed to die. But she didn't. Because something in her soft eyes and steady voice reaches the part of him that still remembers what it meant to feel. And she-terrified, yet unyielding-sees through his darkness. She promises to show him another way to live. While they dance a delicate line between ruin and redemption, the FBI hunts him, closing in with every chapter. When they finally catch up, nothing prepares them-or her-for the tragic, haunting end. This isn't a love story. It's a psychological desire. And it always ends in blood.

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