Our journey began in fire . . .
Gideon Cross came into my life like lightning in the darkness – beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white hot. I was drawn to him as I’d never been to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his touch like a drug, even knowing it would weaken me. I was flawed and damaged, and he opened those cracks in me so easily . . .
Gideon knew. He had demons of his own. And we would become the mirrors that reflected each other’s most private wounds . . . and desires. The bonds of his love transformed me, even as I prayed that the torment of our pasts didn’t tear us apart . . .