Enchantra (Wicked Games, #2)

by Kaylie Smith

Hell was made of swirling darkness and secrets just like the man in front of her.

“Love. Loathing. Same passion, different names,” he told her. “And how easily and swiftly the line can be blurred, don’t you think?”

Like all this time she’d thought she’d been breathing clean air, but now she realized the smoke had just taken a while to suffocate her.

For a kiss not born of lust, it was all-consuming.