Amy’s Lighthouse
Amy used to think love was warm hands and whispered promises—until Michael left her hollow. Until the quiet mornings tasted like ashes. Until she learned how easily devotion could turn to dust.
A man who wore midnight like a second skin. Whose voice dripped honey and venom in equal measure. Who looked at her trembling defiance and smiled like he knew exactly how to break it.
But when Lucien whispered, “Let me see the monster you hide,” Amy did the unthinkable——
Now, in a penthouse of gilded mirrors and silk restraints, Amy is learning the truth:
And Lucien? He takes with both hands.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs against her pulse.
A dark romance about surrender, masks, and the terrifying freedom of being known. Contains explicit power dynamics, edge play, and psychological unraveling. For readers who like their love stories sharp enough to draw blood.
Then Lucien arrived.
The first time he bound her wrist, she should’ve fought.
The first time his teeth grazed her throat, she should’ve run.
She let him.
Some hungers don’t ask permission.
They take.
Amy arches closer.
(She never does.)
Warning: This book will make you question who the real monster is.
(And you might like the answer.)