Its not what you think.

I didnt set out to fall obsessively in love with my fake stepdad　or his twin brother. I wasnt looking to love anyone.

Daniel and Christian know Im cursed. They know people I love die violently and still they wont let me go. They consume and devour my every breathing moment. I am so addicted to the dark and depraved things they do to me — make me do — I cant leave even if I want to.

But theyre not perfect. Their past is a twisted, bloody mess. A horrific nightmare of betrayal, death and a town steeped so deep in evil, only fire can cleanse it. But that nightmare is what we have to face.

A whole weekend isolated with the two men I cant keep my hands off would have been a dream if the people of Jefferson werent hell-bent on revenge.

Theyre about to find out that I have nothing to lose and I will kill anyone who touches what belongs to me. Daniel and Christian MacAllister are mine and nothing short of death will stop me from protecting them.

Only problem — even I might not be strong enough to stop the evil chasing them. Theres a good chance we may not make it out of this alive.

THE CURSE OF LACROIX HOUSE.

Everyone knows the stories, the chilling tales of the monster in the swamps. The blood thirsty beast who guards his murder house. Everyone knows to stay away, especially women — they never survive him.

Thoran has two months to find a new bride. Someone who will look past his scars, the blood on his hands and the fact that he can never love them, and willingly walk into a house that has killed every woman who has ever stepped foot inside.

Then she falls into his arms. Naya. Sweet, broken, irresistible Naya with her fake identity and haunted past, she is everything his dead heart has ached for. But loving her is just what the house wants him to do so it can take her. Destroy her. But letting her go would destroy him.

Can Thoran keep the shadows haunting him from touching her? Can Naya see past the scars and whispers in the walls to the man who sets her soul ablaze each night? Or will she be just another rose inked into his skin?

ADDIE

There's something wrong with me. The things I want, the things I crave aren't normal. I know I'm crossing lines, pushing boundaries I shouldn't, but the man in the skull mask swears he'll give me everything my body needs with only one condition.

He gets to keep me.

So, I give him a list and an all-access pass to me. All of me. Whenever. Wherever. I'm his.

It's all fine until the mask is removed and the face beneath is the one person I have no business touching, never mind giving my body and heart to. But it's far too late now.

RHYS

Addie is mine. She fights it, tries to run, but I am always one step behind her, tucked in the shadows, outside her window, watching her. She's my light, my only anchor to sanity. Without her, I am nothing.

So, I give her the thing she wants most. I give her the fear and pleasure she whispers to me in the darkness. I give her everything she puts on her list even though I know if she ever saw beneath my mask, it would be game over.

Society and our parents may never understand, but she is mine. Her body, heart, soul is mine, and she can run, but nothing will ever stop me from catching her. Taking her. Tasting her sweet, Forbidden Flesh.