"The first girl died in L.A. The second washed up at my feet."

I came to Seabridge Bay to escape the blood on my hands.

As a former LAPD detective, I was done chasing shadows—until the murders followed me with the same ritual, same signs and same nightmare.

That's when I met Damien Cross—a quiet contractor with haunted eyes and dangerous hands. He calms the storm in my head, touches me like he’s the only one who could ever do that…

But, what if he’s not saving me? What if he’s the one I need saving from?

Because someone is killing women. 

And the deeper I fall, the more I wonder— Is the real monster him...or me?

The Sweetest Lie In The Dark 

We spent the night in a motel room with creaky floors and a sea view. The kind of place with no reception and distractions. Just a queen-sized bed and Damien’s arms around me as we tangled beneath the sheets, lazy and slow, like the urgency have finally drained out of us and what was left is real.
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We spent the night in a motel room with creaky floors and a sea view. The kind of place with no reception and distractions. Just a queen-sized bed and Damien’s arms around me as we tangled beneath the sheets, lazy and slow, like the urgency have finally drained out of us and what was left is real.

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