Carving Graves

Never let them see. Always keep them guessing. Play their game.

Drowning and rising. Burning and dying.

Corruption and chaos. A heart in a box.

Snick. Flick. Flame.

LIAM

She's my secret. My answer. My Ace.

I'm a cabal leader for KORT-not a man who gets involved. Never for more than a night.

Certainly not with Celeste Carver-a Daddy's girl whose biggest problem is which politician to marry.

All I want is a taste.

But the pretentious princess burrows under my skin. And I'm tired of being polite.

Once she's claimed, there's no going back.

Not without ending up six feet under.

CELESTE

The Carver name comes with expectations. A legacy.

But no matter how hard I try or how much I hate him, my attention swings to Liam Graves.

Forbidden fruit.

He's all golden god meets dark angel. Unhinged trouble.

Good thing I have a skilled poker face and a steel determination.

But in a blink, it all spins out of control.

Freedom is captivity.

Dead is alive.

Choice is a butchered pipe dream.

Unless I'm the one holding all the cards.