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Isaac is a class A shitheel with only three things on his mind: his next vape break, his next paycheck, and a just-for-fun feud with fun police coworker, Atticus.
Atticus is a surface level stick-in-the-mud. Cleancut and built, he's never found without hand sanitizer or a scowl. He hates three things: a disorganized workspace, germs of any kind, and Isaac.
The two exist on the verge of Atticus’s fist down Isaac’s throat at all times, until one day, Isaac discovers a secret: Atticus’s pierced nipples. Something clicks in his head, and Isaac goes from zero to a hundred. Obsessed. He has to have Atticus — whether or not the big guy is on board with this budding romance.
Things move fast, but Isaac isn't happy just to get him in bed. He needs to own Atticus body and soul — and doing so requires confronting Atticus’s germophobia, by making him more scared of the person who loves him than he is of a dirty floor.
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Fierce, untamed, and brutal, Quin, the alien ravager, is all these things and more.
The kind of alien that wants to claim me and make me into his pet.
One small problem, he's not real. He's a character in a book.
None of this matters anymore, for the lines have gotten blurred.
I need to be protected, and my fierce alien ravager is going to protect me.
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For three years, I’ve watched her.
Studied her. Painted her. Waited for the right moment to take her away from her sheltered life.
I’ve restrained my destructive urges, but Kora’s facade moves me: Virtue. Innocence. Perfection.
Like all works of art, nothing is perfect. Without her mother’s approval, Kora never sees the daylight. I won’t expose Kora to the sun, but I will watch her burn.
In the end, I’m saving her.
So I will drag her down into my world of darkness. Because even a cruel artist like me deserves his inspiration, his ashen queen.
Living or dead, Kora will fuel my art.
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