Devil's Thirst (The Moretti Men, #1)

by Jill Ramsower

“You haven’t even told me your last name.” “That’s meaningless. I said give me a chance to show you who I am. I’m not like any other man you’ve met before. I’m not easy to label or categorize. The only way to know me is to set aside your fears and expectations and see me as I am.”

Girl run

I feel like I’ve been running on a treadmill, but the speed continues to increase until I can feel my legs failing to keep pace. I’ve done everything I can to prevent a fall, yet I can see it playing out in slow motion before my eyes. What if there’s no stopping it? What if nothing I do is enough?

Me every day logging in to see what fresh horrors await