by Kiana Hettinger (Author)

I know what I am.
A monster parading around in an Armani suit.
Nico Costa-the perfect monster.

The minute my eyes land on the dark-haired vixen that walks into my club, a desire so strong twists like pain in my gut.
We play a game of lust that awakens my long-dead heart inside its cage.
But I know better than to let a vixen rattle the well-oiled steel bars.
No one wants to get deep and personal with a monster.
Except she does.
At least until the truth comes out.
She says her name is Raven Ferrari.
But I know her for what she is.
A deceptive vixen acting like a kitten
Wearing naiveté as a costume so well that it looks like her own skin.

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