The Burdens We Share
IVORY
They call me Satan’s Baby, the rebellious bassist of the world’s most notorious all-female rock band. On stage, I own every inch of the spotlight. Off stage? I’m falling apart. The modeling world says my body isn’t enough. My family depends on me for every little thing. And now… someone is watching me. Roses. Notes. Messages. Someone knows everything. Where I sleep, how I dream, and what haunts me. I didn’t ask for protection, but I got him anyway. Dallas Carter: the man with fire in his eyes and secrets written across his skin. He terrifies me—and I think I want him to.
DALLAS
Ivory Aslan is chaos in pink—loud, lethal, and untouchable. I should keep my distance. I run a security empire, not a babysitting service. But the second I read that first note left on her pillow, I knew I’d burn the world down to keep her safe. I’ve seen obsession. I’ve lived inside it. And now someone’s stalking her with the same hunger I’ve tried to bury.
I should tell her to run from me too.
Instead, I move in.
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