Dance of Defiance (The Darkest Dance #5)

A night meant for violence and vengeance turns into something far more twisted and deviant… I was raised to be brutal. Hard. Tough. Unmerciful. In the Bratva, men don’t crave other men.

Good thing I’m straight. And if I say that enough times, six inches from the mirror, it usually sounds true.

That is, until I go into the woods looking for monsters, and find something far harder to escape from. Val Bancroft is chaos and carnage wrapped in electrified sin. Provocative and defiant.

Lethally, disarmingly beautiful. A violent, unhinged corruption to my own brand of carefully controlled darkness. I tell myself I’m...

A night meant for violence and vengeance turns into something far more twisted and deviant… I was raised to be brutal. Hard. Tough. Unmerciful. In the Bratva, men don’t crave other men.

Good thing I’m straight. And if I say that enough times, six inches from the mirror, it usually sounds true.

That is, until I go into the woods looking for monsters, and find something far harder to escape from. Val Bancroft is chaos and carnage wrapped in electrified sin. Provocative and defiant.

Lethally, disarmingly beautiful. A violent, unhinged corruption to my own brand of carefully controlled darkness. I tell myself I’m not gay. That our families want to kill each other.

That my place as my father’s heir, with a woman chosen for me at my side, has already been carved in stone. But he dismantles me, piece by bloody piece, until even my demons bow to him.

He’s an unstoppable force. I’m an immovable object. And when we slam together, we’ll find beautiful wreckage—or vicious goddamn ruin.