She doesn't know that. I've never told her.
I've been the biggest asshole the world has seen.
I want everything from her but I can't ask for it. I fucked up, I'm probably dying, and it's too late for second chances…
This is a long standalone novella. It tells the story of Sophie, sister of Cosima (Merc's girl from Dark Child).
Jo Raven is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Inked Brotherhood series, Damage Control series, Sex and Bullets series, the Wild Men series, and the Hot Candy series.
Woo baby, right?
Only he thinks I’m my twin sister.
Then he admits that behind the golden façade he hides a dark secret and....
I need to know what it is. Solve the riddle.
Without losing my heart to him.
Easier said than done.
***This is a standalone, full-length romance with a HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. ***
This is the story of Merc, brother to Gigi and Octavia whom you met in Caveman and Bad Wolf.
But then her mother asks me to marry her.
I say yes.
Now this woman will be mine forever.
Maybe the prophecy really is true. I’m committing to a woman that will never love me in return.
But it was better to be her husband than allow someone else to take my place. It was better to conquer her body every night than be lonely with someone else.
I drink too much, smoke too much, screw around. I’ve hurt people, been in and out of prison. I’m a bastard, a beast. I’m a bundle of joy.
I mean, my own dad tried to kill me, what does that tell you?
Then again, my dad did kill my mom, so maybe it isn’t just me. Who the hell knows. The world sucks and I’m giving it the finger in every damn way, except…
Except there’s a girl. Pretty. Hot. Clever. She didn’t get the memo—that she should hate me, shun me, kick me when I’m down. That the world screwed us all over. She believes in the future—and sometimes she seems to even believe in me.
Big mistake. I’m bad news. I made her suffer in the past, and nothing has changed. I’m not an angel, not a saint. No good.
But for some reason I don’t get, I can’t let her go down with me. I find myself trying to be better for her, pretending to be someone I’m not.
And if that doesn’t ring some damn big alarm bells regarding my sanity, well… then I’m done already.