Ruthless Keeper

The woman he loves escaped… and he will stop at nothing to find her.

Scarlett I broke free from the Monster who ruined me… I escaped Monster by the skin of my teeth, then spent months looking over my shoulder, waiting for him to spring from every shadow and take me back to hell. I don’t have to wait long. Just as I begin to taste normalcy, he’s there—dragging me back to the compound kicking, screaming, and writhing. From the moment I’m returned to the fortress, he’s everywhere. Feeding me. Bathing me. Doing wicked, unspeakable things to my body… I try...

The woman he loves escaped… and he will stop at nothing to find her.

Scarlett I broke free from the Monster who ruined me… I escaped Monster by the skin of my teeth, then spent months looking over my shoulder, waiting for him to spring from every shadow and take me back to hell. I don’t have to wait long. Just as I begin to taste normalcy, he’s there—dragging me back to the compound kicking, screaming, and writhing. From the moment I’m returned to the fortress, he’s everywhere. Feeding me. Bathing me. Doing wicked, unspeakable things to my body… I try to convince him my captivity is wrong, but my pleas fall on deaf ears. Resistance is futile. Arguing is pointless. Survival is all I can cling to. And yet, even as I reel against Monster’s attempts to invade my heart, I can’t deny that I feel something for him. The longer I stay, the further the line between love and hate begins to blur… until it threatens to vanish.

Greyson My obsession managed to escape me once… I won’t let her go a second time. After months of a maddening search, I finally have Scarlett in my hands again. I’m kind enough to give her a choice: come with me of her own volition or be transported by force. She tells me she’d rather die than choose me, so force it is. My little Flower doesn’t appreciate my methods of winning her affection. She certainly doesn’t appreciate my efforts once I have her secured in our home. She still thinks I’ll hurt her. That I’ll eventually kill her. She thinks I’m the same man who dropped her in a cell to rot… I will disabuse her of that notion with every touch. Every word. Every breath. I will convince her of the simple truth that we are meant to be together. And I’ll ensure that the thought of escape never again crosses her mind. Till death do us part.