If the Devil had a fucked up contemporary fairy tale it would be this and the ride has only just begun… A train wreck of a relationship, as beautiful as it is broken, brutally raw, poignant, passionate, tragic and destructive. I haven’t read in a long, long time a book that I so loved and hated simultaneously, as fascinated as I was horrified. THE DEBUT OF THE YEAR? ABSO – FUCKING – LUTELY
Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes WARNING: contains a wannabe B-rate porn star, an impersonal personal assistant, and the F-word, A LOT. Can she beat Jameson at his own game before someone gets hurt? Or will he leave her soulless, making him the winner, once and for all? The lines between games and reality, heaven and hell, get blurry. A series of games start, each one more devious than the last.īut the devil likes to play dirty, and she learns that playing for souls is playing for keeps. It all sounds like fun to a girl like Tate, and she is ready to play, determined to prove that she isn’t the same girl he conquered once before. Jameson has evolved into Satan – sharp teeth, sharper claws, and a tongue that can cut her in half. She doesn’t have a naive bone left in her body, and she can’t even remember what shy feels like. This time, she thinks she’s ready for him.
Seven years later, life is going pretty good for Tate, when she runs into Jameson again. They come together for one night, one explosion, one mistake, and Tate is hurled into space – no family, no money, and no Jameson. Twenty-three year old Jameson Kane is smart, seductive, and richer. Eighteen year old Tatum O’Shea is a naive, shy, little rich girl.
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