I never meant to be here: tied up in bed next to a serial killer.
When I followed him home, I was just playing Nancy Drew. Trying to find out his secret. His kiss was intoxicating, and I thought he was harmless.I was wrong. Nancy Drew never ended up in a basement, handcuffed to a radiator, teased to the edge of insanity, begging to be let go. Soon, I stopped begging to be let go. Soon, I started begging to be HIS. *** Author's Note: This is a dark romance novel with mature themes that might make some readers uncomfortable.
Aubrey Dark
