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I’ve done a lot of bad things. Killing. Stealing. Breaking men who deserved it. But falling for my dead brother-in-arms’ daughter? That’s the sin that’ll ruin me. He called me as he bled out—said his girl was in danger and I was the only one he trusted to keep her safe. So I did what any brother would. I brought her into my world. Into my club. Under my roof. What I didn’t expect was Sasha—wide eyes, soft curves, and a stubborn fire that lights me up from inside.

I’ve always chased thrills—dark, risky, and dangerous—because it's the only way I feel alive after enduring a childhood filled with trauma and pain. My scars run deep, hidden behind a façade of innocence. When the carnival comes to town, I meet Gage—a masked man cloaked in shadows and darkness. He's everything I crave: thrilling, terrifying, and utterly irresistible. As our paths intertwine, I’m drawn into a world where fear and desire collide, and the line between pleasure and pain blurs.

Seeking an escape from my monotonous life in Willow Creek, I eagerly stepped into the carnival's vibrant chaos, unaware that everything was about to change. I was simply chasing a thrill, never expecting to stumble into the arms of Lars—a captivating mechanic shrouded in mystery. But a dark underworld of secrets and shadows lurks beneath the carnival's dazzling facade. The deeper I fall into Lars's enigmatic world, the more I realize that love can be as intoxicating as it is dangerous. Lars teeters on the edge between passion and obsession, and our connection threatens to overwhelm us.

The problem with stalking a predator? Sometimes, they decide to keep you. I study killers for a living. I analyze their methods, dissect their psychology, and share their darkest deeds with my podcast listeners, but I’ve never encountered anyone like Remy. When I spotted him at the carnival, I knew he was different. Those powerful hands, that controlled grace, the darkness lurking behind his eyes—everything about him called to the shadows inside me. I told myself I was investigating the string of disappearances that followed the carnival’s route. But the truth? I was obsessed.

I never expected to be running for my life, and I certainly never thought the man hunting me would be Knox Blackwood—the same man I’ve spent three months despising. The Hollow's Hunt—a twisted game where women are thrust into a labyrinth as prey for Ravenwood Hollow's ruthless elite. When I was commissioned by Xavier Blackwood to create provocative artwork for Purgatory, I had no idea it was all part of a devious plan concocted by his younger brother.

This is my playground—a twisted game where pleasure and danger collide, and I’m not one to run from the spotlight. I accepted the invitation, knowing full well that I’d ignite the flames of Vane’s obsession, but I was ready to play my hand. “Did you think I would let you outshine me?” Vane taunts, a wicked grin lighting up his piercing green eyes. “Tonight, I’m going to prove to you who your master truly is.”

Stepping into the Hollow’s Hunt felt like diving headfirst into a nightmare, especially knowing that my relentless pursuer would be Landon Blackwood. The Hollow’s Hunt—a twisted spectacle where women are ensnared in a labyrinth designed for the sadistic pleasure of Ravenwood’s elite. I naively accepted the invitation, unaware that I would become the centerpiece of Landon’s psychopathic pursuit.“Did you believe I wouldn’t recognize your worth?” Landon drawls, a smirk ghosting his lips as his icy blue gaze lingers on my every move. “Tonight, I’m not just hunting—I’m claiming what’s mine.

Maddox, a tattooed giant of a man, a fugitive turned recluse, has been living in the shadows. But his obsession ignites when he sees a photo of me online after booking his cabin, the golden girl with a silver spoon. He’s dangerous and unstable, and yet I’m drawn to him. The rugged man in front of me is nothing like the polished lawyers and businessmen I’m used to. Maddox is raw and real. In the isolated cabin, the icy Alaskan wilderness becomes our playground. Maddox, the man obsessed with masks, pulls me into his twisted game of obsession and desire.