The Crimson Lily

I don’t remember anything.

I was told it was an accident.

Then the Russian mafia came knocking.

A dagger of glass. A best friend I forgot. The glint of a gun. I only recall fragments of my past as I’m sent to Paris, bound to a man I don’t know, to hunt down a man I don’t remember.

Maksim. My captor. Their enforcer. His ice-cold gaze terrifies me as much as it tempts me. He’s dangerous. Possessive. Deadly.

Every word is a command. Every touch a threat.

I should fear him. But as everything turns bloody, why is he the only thing that makes sense?

I don’t remember anything.

I was told it was an accident.

Then the Russian mafia came knocking.

A dagger of glass. A best friend I forgot. The glint of a gun. I only recall fragments of my past as I’m sent to Paris, bound to a man I don’t know, to hunt down a man I don’t remember.

Maksim. My captor. Their enforcer. His ice-cold gaze terrifies me as much as it tempts me. He’s dangerous. Possessive. Deadly.

Every word is a command. Every touch a threat.

I should fear him. But as everything turns bloody, why is he the only thing that makes sense?