Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs
pieces over a decade ago.
I swore I’d never speak to him again, that I’d never set eyes on him again as
long as I lived.
But I was wrong.
When life gets too much and you need to escape, the poison that might kill you
becomes oh so tempting.
pushed my body way past its limits.
I needed a release from the crazy. Just once.
Just one night. That’s what I told myself.
No strings, no illusions, no promises. Nothing but the lasting thrill of his
flesh on mine.
The lasting hit of his poisonous touch.
But when poison runs through your veins, the way he runs through mine, it’s
toxic and eats you alive.
fierce. Hers was hungry. Their breaths were ragged, bodies grinding. Their
tongues were conquering, submissive, battling and loving, all at once.
to be her. Every single inch of me wanted to be her.
the man next to her. I’d barely even noticed what he looked like. He was a hot
guy in a suit, sure. But that wasn’t it.
memory that stormed up from the depths of me. The flash of the only time in my
life I’d ever felt like that about someone else’s flesh. Someone else’s mouth.
Someone else’s hands, and words, and cock.
one man like that. I’d only ever wanted one man like that. Needed one man like
that. Craved one man like that.
fucking destroyed me… and it wasn’t the man whose engagement ring was on my
increasingly little to say about herself as time goes on, other than the fact
she is an author, but she’s plenty happy with this. Living in imaginary
realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever
Jade is as dirty as you’d expect from her novels, and talking smut makes her