Best Served Cold

I walk the line between avenging angel and monster. Let me tell you, it's a fine f*cking line. My honest desire is to save the innocent. To do that, I have to surrender to the darkest parts of my soul. I'm okay with letting the darkness consume me, but when four attractive men start to get involved in my crusade, it makes me twitchy. Conspirators are also witnesses. Hot Englishman, Edward 'Boner' Bonegard; adorable geek, Cassius Titmus; uptight, untrusting, Archer Hardwick; and grumpy, cynical Jules Titmus are either going to cause me a world of hurt, or get into it themselves. Maybe because of me. Maybe from me. I should walk away, but vengeance threatens to consume me, and I don't think I can do this alone. Or maybe I don't want to. This a dark RH, romantic comedy. Please heed the TWs.

The hunt for my sister's killers continues. They're closer than I think. While I search every corner of the city for them, they're closing in on me, like the least sexy tentacles to have ever lived. With Boner, Cass, Archer and Jules beside me, each with reasons of their own, we should be one step ahead of our enemies. At least one, probably more. How about five? Why does it feel like we're two steps behind? Probably because someone close to me is working against me. Who can I trust, and who will end up on the menu? IYKYK. One thing's for sure, if you try to box me in, you'll be the one in a box. This a dark RH, romantic comedy. Please heed the TWs.