All I kept saying, aloud, while reading this book was, “damn.” And then, “DAAAAMN!” Lucien is one of the most sublime villains ever. Miranda rocked. Together they burned. And played a great game of dark, psychological cat and mouse. I loved it. And then the story took a turn right onto a dark, disturbing street called Mind Fuckery Road. And I was saying more than damn.

I’m a huge fan of Anne Stuart’s dark historicals but this is the book that made me realize just how brilliant a storyteller she is. I finished the book just before I fell asleep last night. I dreamed about it, and woke up thinking about it. Damn.

“Your insanity knows no bounds.”
“Only when it comes to you.”