"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 

The words sit in my chest like coals.
“He was always drawn to me,” I said then continue. “Back in L.A., the way he talked to me—its kind of... obsession and not romance. It's more like… I was his compass, the one person who understood him perfectly even when the job twisted him up.”
I stare at the...

The words sit in my chest like coals.

“He was always drawn to me,” I said then continue. “Back in L.A., the way he talked to me—its kind of... obsession and not romance. It's more like… I was his compass, the one person who understood him perfectly even when the job twisted him up.”

I stare at the...

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