I know what they say. Grief makes you do things. After the year I've had, I'm bathing in it. Dad's dead. Mom is . . . mom. My boyfriend and best friend are too busy screwing to comfort me. When a letter arrives with no return address telling me where to go for a new start, I don't hesitate. I pack some clothes and what's left of my life and run. But I didn't expect the fire waiting for me when I arrived. I didn't count on the burn. Rowdy Wray. They call him the lion of Idlewild. Me . . . I call him boss. He's the key to my past and the path to my future. What happens next is our twisted secret.
ROWDY
Who is this girl? Atlas Beck. This damaged young thing shows up at my place of business and tells me she's my new receptionist. I should have fired her. I would have fired her if she hadn't begged so beautifully. Atlas told me not to let her go, but she didn't know what she was asking. And now? It's too late to put the crazy back in the cage.
