Crimson Lace
Trapped, hunted, and drenched in a storm-swept alley, she crashes into a man who is both salvation and a far greater danger. He's the mafia's starving beast, and she's the cursed prey he's been waiting for. Will she escape the hunters only to be devoured by the lion in his den?
The icy rain hammered down, a relentless torrent that soaked you to the bone. Your lungs burned, your legs ached, but you couldn't stop running. Behind you, the heavy footsteps and cruel shouts of the men who hunted you echoed through the narrow alley.
Just as you thought you were cornered, you slammed into something-someone-solid and unyielding. You stumbled back, gripping the slick fabric of their coat, your heart pounding like a drum against your ribs.
You looked up, vision blurred by rain and fear, and saw him: a man dressed in black, his face sharp and unreadable, his eyes a piercing, electric blue that seemed to strip you bare.
"Well, well," he murmured, a slow, predatory smirk tugging at his lips. "Running from someone, sweetheart?"
