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Don’t worry, Doll. You’ll taste heaven before you walk with the dead.

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About Bloody Quarter, Book 1

Don’t worry, Doll. You’ll taste heaven before you walk with the dead.

Was I dead? I had wanted to die. I remembered deciding that I was done with this life and done with the memories and ghosts that haunted me. I’d looked at the darkness below and prayed for it to swallow me whole. Spreading my arms wide, I stepped off the ledge and woke up in hell. At least, I thought it was hell. It was hard to tell anymore. My soul was ripped from my chest long before now, and my heart had stopped beating when the gavel banged, sentencing me to ten years in prison. So what was this place?

The man who had me must be the devil, and I was his doll. Solely there for his entertainment. I never expected the devil to be as sexy as sin and just as tempting as an addiction. Even in death, tortured, and used, I couldn’t be helped. I wanted him, and every depraved thing he did only hammered home that my soul couldn’t be saved.

I always knew I was destined for hell.

About Burning Quarter, Book 2

“I may be an inferno, but you, lil spark…you ignited me.”

Sane people fear fire and the destruction that tends to follow. I, however, never claimed to be such a person. After all, fires destroy everything, leaving nothing behind, and when I saw no other way to escape my fate, it was fire that provided me with one.

Now, four hundred miles from the only place I’ve ever known. I have a new name and a new home and my shop. A whole new life. Things seem to be going great. That is, until him.

He came into my life out of nowhere, burning and melting my walls like a blazing inferno of chaos and destruction. The only problem is that I like it.

I don’t know what I crave more. The kiss of the burning flames against my skin or the rough hands of the psychopath who lit the match.

But what I do know is that no matter what happens, its him I want to burn with.

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It was late, too late for normal visits to loved ones, and yet the way the person was hunched over and running their finger over the name engraved into the stone told me this was someone special. They were cloaked in all black like they, too, were trying to blend with their surroundings. With their head covered, I couldn’t tell if the person was male or female, but from the slender frame, I guessed female.

“I made it six months.” I stood up straighter with the soft and soothing sound of her voice. She had enough of a Cajun lilt that I knew she was from an Acadian parish, but it was bastardized enough that she hadn’t lived there for a long time. “I know, it’s not much considering, but…shit no….” She sighed. “It’s a big deal, and I know I should celebrate the victory, but somehow, it still feels like a loss. I don’t know if that makes any sense, but it’s how I feel right or wrong.”

The woman stood and placed her hand on the front of the small tomb before leaving something on the top. The breeze caught her scent, and it drifted toward me. Something stirred inside my chest when I took a deep inhale. Closing my eyes, I tried to place the combination of light and woodsy with a spicy nuance. The closest that I could come to was an iris flower with a dash of cinnamon.

“Anyway, I don’t have anything new to tell you. Mom is still not speaking to me. I don’t blame her, I guess. I’m still working the same diner job cause no one else will hire me, and I’m at least a solid year away from having enough saved to buy my own shoebox of a house. I know I could rent, but this would be mine. The first real thing that I worked for and the first real step forward. I don’t know, maybe that doesn’t make an ounce of sense, but you know me, I always have to do things the hard way.” There was a long pause before she shivered and then looked around like she knew someone was watching her. “I miss you,” she finally said, and then turned and walked away with her hands stuffed into the pockets of her hoodie as strands of hair blew out from under the black material.

I waited until she was out of sight before walking over, picking up what she left behind, and running my thumb over the six-month chip. Interesting. She spoke like she’d been here before, but this was the first time I’d seen her. Taking note of the name she’d traced, I set the chip down and went back to finish my work.

For whatever reason, the sound of the girl’s voice was stuck in my head. I kept repeating her words while her sweet smell lingered in my nose. It took a lot to intrigue me, but my interest was officially piqued.