by India R. Adams (Author)

I am the son of a horrible man.

With his every kill, I feel the cut I'm forced to wear, dig into my flesh and conscience.

But all that weight disappears when I see her...

She rides her horse with a freedom I crave.

I want her.

All of her.

But nothing is as it seems...

We both belong to families that have other plans for us.

There are so many people who want to keep us apart, I barely believe my eyes when finding a secret, buried so deep, it takes my dead mother to reveal it.