Monster

Lust destroys, but love… love kills. An erotic novel from the queen of steamy stories.

I read the most important thing back then, in an amusement park on the outskirts of Boston, where it was scrawled on the plastic door of a portable toilet. Lust lingers, love remains. Lust is impatient, love waits. Lust scorches, love warms. Lust destroys, but love? Love kills. Perhaps it was always my destiny to fall in love with a monster. When other children couldn't sleep for fear of a monster with sharp teeth hiding in their wardrobe, I, on the contrary, couldn't wait to see mine. I wanted to feed it, tame it, and understand it. Sam and I were only allowed to love each other in the dark, away from people. But as our story moved on and the truth came out, it was I who put an end to what was between us. My name is Aisling Fitzpatrick, and I have a confession to make. Sam Brennan isn't the only monster in this story.