lOve & war
KROSS & DELTA
SHADOWS IN THE DARK - BOOK TWO
They say your childhood paves the way to adulthood, and maybe it does. I know mine was lit up in flames. I walked the roads of Hell until I figured out that the only way to survive was to exist under a cloak of darkness—to deal with the devil himself. It was the only way to escape the pain, the torment. But the nightmares are still very real. They’ll never leave me alone. The shadows of solitude follow me wherever I go.
Weapons—they can be anything I need them to be. Unlike people in my life, they are predictable, dependable. Without any effort they can cause so much destruction, but also so much peace. Through the internal chaos, the anger that won’t cease, and the constant noise, everything is silenced with the pull of the trigger.
Ink—I’ve loved it since I can remember. It defines me. It’s my release. When I feel like I’m about to blow I turn to the needle. It is the one high I need. I brand people. It’s what I do. Kross Brannon is the best there is when it comes to tattoos. The success of my company proves it.
But I never teach. Those that work for me learn from someone else. I’m a solo artist. Always have been and always will be…but then I looked up and saw her, standing in my shop, beautiful, tattooed, and her soul screaming for me to reach out. She was a force of nature I couldn’t turn away.
That’s the moment everything started falling into place…
SHADOWS IN THE DARK - BOOK Three
I’d waited my whole life for this. Nothing and no one was going to stand in my way. From the moment Lux opened her mouth that night I wanted to be pissed at her, but with one outburst she’d given me everything I’d fucking dreamed of since I was a kid. He gave me the chance of a lifetime, despite his known reputation of sitting alone on his throne. There’s something about him that I’ve wanted since the moment I discovered him, but I vowed to push it aside. I knew from the first day that he’d never see me as more than a wannabe—an amateur. But I was determined to prove him wrong, even if that meant revisiting a past I’d long left behind.
Then he touched me, and since, nothing has been the same.
My entire life I’ve been cold, but that night a spark ignited between us and I’m starting to warm. He knows my deepest secrets. With every part of him I discover the further I fall. It could ruin everything I’ve been working for. I want him—the broken and the battered. The tug of war inside of me is strong.
One mistake could cost me everything, including the beautifully wicked man I’ve fallen in love with. Still, I’m willing to walk away in order to right my wrongs. But the part that scares me the most—it’s only the beginning of the spiral downward.
Most like to think that love and war will never entwine, leaving the two separate, but sometimes to keep the one worth fighting for you must enter into warfare, consequences be damned. The infamous question will always remain: all’s fair in love and war?