I want to move, but I’m restrained, tied in place, the ropes cutting into my skin as I struggle against them. I want to scream, but I can’t draw in enough air. I’m drowning in blood, suffocating in it. I can taste it, smell it, feel it covering me. The pool of dark red liquid on the floor is spreading, multiplying. The author neither endorses nor condones this type of behavior. This is a work of fiction intended for a mature, 18+ audience only. It contains disturbing subject matter, including themes of questionable consent and Stockholm Syndrome, as well as graphic sexual content. Warning: This is NOT a traditional romance. My name is Nora Leston, and this is my story. There is a darkness inside him-a darkness that scares me even as it draws me in. I don’t know who he is or why he took me. A man whose tenderness I find more devastating than his cruelty. To a man who is as ruthless as he is beautiful-a man whose touch makes me burn. I never imagined one chance meeting on the eve of my eighteenth birthday could change my life so completely.

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Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is purely coincidental.Įxcept for use in a review, no part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.

Twist Me by Anna Zaires