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Edge of Obsession: (Viking Dystopian Romance)
     

Edge of Obsession: (Viking Dystopian Romance)

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by Megan Crane
 

Vikings meet outlaw bikers in this scorching romance from USA Today bestseller, Megan Crane. Set in a destroyed world, a brotherhood of unforgiving raider warriors keep what they take…

Tyr, a powerful man in a ravaged world, needs only three things to survive:

1. His weapons.

2. Basic resources.

3. A

Overview

Vikings meet outlaw bikers in this scorching romance from USA Today bestseller, Megan Crane. Set in a destroyed world, a brotherhood of unforgiving raider warriors keep what they take…

Tyr, a powerful man in a ravaged world, needs only three things to survive:

1. His weapons.

2. Basic resources.

3. A rotation of eager women who can give him the kind of down and dirty sex he needs.

But when a beautiful prisoner grabs his attention during a mission to restock his clan's supplies, Tyr's alpha instincts give way to something much darker--a strong, unquenchable craving that cannot be ignored...or denied.

After two years on the run, Helena is snared by this powerful clan of hardware-wielding, tattooed, steel-eyed raider warriors who roam the land unchallenged. Strong to her core and with a mission of her own, Helena knows she doesn't have to be their captive for long.

However, despite all the terrible things she's heard about these brutal beasts, Helena is overcome by intense desire for the one ruthless man who has claimed her. As their passion escalates, Helena will have to trust in Tyr in order to save both what's left of this desolate, torn-up world...and herself.

Called a "[A] thrilling, intense, and intoxicating read" (Once Upon a Book Blog), readers will fall into Edge of Obsession--a rich, intense, deliciously dirty erotic romance.

*Full length romance, featuring a dominating hero, graphic, steamy sex, and an HEA.

To immerse yourself fully in the Edge world, don't miss these other books:

#2: Edge of Temptation
#3: Edge of Control
#4: Edge of Power (Wulf, the Raider King’s novel)

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781466885325
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
01/05/2016
Series:
Edge
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
300
Sales rank:
33,433
File size:
1 MB

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Edge of Obsession


By Megan Crane

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2015 Megan Crane
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-8532-5


CHAPTER 1

Tyr usually liked it when his enemies screamed like the little bitches they were. That was the sheer joy of taking down enemies, and he'd been tracking the one he'd expected to find here since the rains let up around the March equinox — this year, anyway. And if there wasn't a specific mortal enemy to gut and maim, he preferred a little mayhem, a lot of blood, and a worthy opponent or two when he ransacked a place. Otherwise, what was the point? This raid tonight was like a picnic.

Tyr hated picnics.

He wanted to express his feelings about getting shot at the way the war chief of the raider brotherhood should: by crushing the bones of his enemies and hacking off a few heads with a mighty swing of his favorite blade. Fun shit, in other words. Instead he was stuck in one of those pansy steel-and-concrete compounds outside the ruins of what was left of Atlanta that a toddler could have breached without trying very hard. Facing down what might as well have been a force of fragile flower petals.

Flower petals with assault rifles, that was. Pussies.

Most of the brothers had been headed back from the hunting trip on this forgotten little corner of the mainland that was their supposed purpose for being here at all, loaded up with game to add to their stores back on the islands. Tyr, meanwhile, had been on his way back from a grim reconnaissance of a lost clan settlement farther down the coast in the company of Wulf, his coldly furious king. What had once been a thriving stretch of land manned by older brothers past their combat years and some hardy captive farmers to till the soil was now nothing but burned-out buildings and salted-earth fields. It was the third ransacked raider settlement they'd found since the end of the winter rains this year.

I'm starting to take this personally, Wulf had gritted out as they'd stood there in the ruins of the settlement, where the smoke still rose and battered at their faces every time the wind changed. Very personally.

But it had already been personal for Tyr, because he'd known who was responsible at a glance. Of course he had. Krajic. Krajic was the only mercenary asshole Tyr knew of who could take on a raider settlement and leave nothing but smoke in his wake. Krajic, the sick sadist who'd strung up Tyr's blood brother Zyron when they'd tangled on a botched raid five years ago and then cut him up, piece by piece, until there was nothing but shattered bone left for Tyr to put on a funeral pyre.

Tyr wasn't getting over the mortal insult Krajic had dealt him personally, as the last of his blood, any time soon. What no one could figure out — and what had brought the raider king out from the eastern islands on what would otherwise have been a run-of-the-mill hunting trip at this point in the summer, the only time of year they weren't locked down by the storms — was what the hell Krajic was after these days. He'd been around for years, stacking up his body count as he whored himself out to the rich men who called themselves kings and ruled over the western highlands.

Krajic had always had a hard-on for the raiders, the way men like him with too much to prove always did, but they'd mostly ignored him as they'd gone about their business. What he'd done to Zyron meant he'd made himself one of the raiders' highest priorities — assuming the bitch ever came out of the walled kingdoms he preferred in the west without his own, private battalion. Pillaging raider settlements the way he'd been doing the past couple of years meant bringing down raider vengeance on his head, sooner rather than later, even if he hadn't already bought himself an inevitable bloody death at the end of Tyr's blade after what he'd done to Zyron.

Blood was always answered with blood. That was the raider way.

But not today, apparently, Tyr thought, glaring around the small, wet courtyard that held no hint of his enemy.

After they'd met up with the hunting party, Tyr had run up a far hill to see if he could nail down any kind of line of sight on Krajic and his little band of cutthroat blades-for-hire. Or as he'd always thought of such men, warriors for purchase instead of for a sense of honor or duty or clan: scum. His king and his brothers had gone on ahead toward the ships they'd left moored in a rocky cove a short hike up the ragged-ass coast a few days before.

Tyr was blinking at a tree trunk that had suddenly exploded four feet to his left when the second bullet streaked past him a whole lot closer, clipping his arm before hitting another tree in front of him.

Some fool had tried to take a raider out from behind.

With a gun.

Tyr hated guns. All the brothers hated guns, because only idiots who couldn't swing a blade ever used them, and said idiots liked to point them in the faces of the men who did know what to do with a blade as if that made it a real fight. Please. Anyone could pull a trigger from a safe distance. There was no honor in it. Particularly not with one of the guns that had made it through the Storms with the iffy, jacked-up bullets made up of waterlogged gunpowder that was all that remained this long after the seas rose. He'd have better aim with his own dick.

"What the fuck?" he'd roared into the quiet of the forest, scowling down at what amounted to little more than a scratch on his biceps — but it still burned. He could smell his own burned flesh in the air and it pissed him off.

"The only good raider is a dead raider!" came the shouted, infinitely boring reply from up on a nearby hill, and then a hail of more waterlogged bullets, none of which came anywhere near Tyr again.

"Then you shouldn't miss, bitch," Tyr had retorted when the fool ran out of ammunition.

The little shit couldn't shoot — but he could run. Tyr had tracked him back to this sorry excuse for a stronghold, and he'd let his quarry disappear inside the metal gates and call himself victorious for a few happy hours. His last. Then Tyr had rounded up a few of his brothers and come back. Hard.

Since nobody started a fight with a raider unless they were trying to commit suicide, Tyr had thought this was it. He'd thought he'd stumbled across Krajic's hideout and finally — finally — he'd get the vengeance he'd hungered for all these years, the vengeance his blood called out for as a warrior of honor.

Tyr swung his heavy blade and took out the pathetic shooter now, with about as much effort as it would take to haul out his dick and take a piss. Then he pivoted to duck a truly laughable attack from another pale and puny little man-child who weighed less than the assault rifle he tried to aim at Tyr's head. He swept the idiot's legs with an easy kick and sent him flying straight into his nearest brother, as if Jurin's vast chest were a stone wall.

The "sentry" crumpled to the ground at their feet and was still.

This was pathetic. They'd practically strolled in the front gate of this shithole, Tyr's first clue that it was unlikely to be Krajic's hideout. Tyr had thought it was a trap, but no such luck. The little pissant who'd shot at him must have known that Tyr would chase him — and more, that if he'd kept to himself the raiders would have left him alone, because there was no sport in stomping ants beneath their feet — and yet this was the best counterattack they'd been offered. It was hardly worth the trouble for a little graze. Tyr got worse cuts and bruises letting the camp girls suck his dick back home.

"If this couldn't be my vengeance, it should have been a raid," Tyr muttered, looking around the courtyard in vain, hoping that in the absence of Krajic a challenge might present itself. It didn't. "Yet I'm bored."

"Did you say something, brother?" Jurin rumbled. "I was taking a nap."

Jurin threw one of his axes, taking down one of the last standing members of what passed for a night guard here with that half-assed, lazy flick of his wrist. If a man threw an ax like that at Tyr, he would pluck it from the air and shove it right back up that man's ass.

The guard, however, fell to the ground with a thud instead. Jurin let out a heavy sigh.

Tyr eyed the remaining guards, who each took a look at Jurin's ax deep in their comrade's chest and gave up their sad little defense attempts on the spot. Ancient AK-47s clattered to the stones at their feet. One shot off a round as it fell, taking out a chunk of the concrete a yard or so in front of it. Tyr sighed and then waved a hand, wordlessly commanding them all to get down on the hard ground. He watched blandly as the men raced to obey him.

Men like these were nothing but prey. They deserved to be eaten by wolves, though he thought the scary-ass canines that had long since claimed the northern reaches deserved a far better meal than these spineless cowards. They should have known better than to arm themselves with weapons they couldn't control and they certainly should have known better than to skulk about the low forests taking potshots at raiders.

Why the hell would soft, breakable little men like this do something so stupid?

Tyr hated mysteries.

The generator the brothers had shut off so easily it verged on insulting kicked back on then, the roar of the machine splitting the quiet of the night, particularly as there was no competing sound of battle for it to drown out. And it made no sense to Tyr why a place like this, not particularly wealthy or impressive, had one of the rare generators that lit up the dark mainland here and there. The few, paltry outdoor lights burst on again a moment later, illuminating the sorry little cracked-concrete courtyard and the weak men who had utterly failed to hold it. Some of the remote places the brothers encountered on their raiding parties were so decrepit, all crumbling stones and ditches dug around the buildings like makeshift moats, it was like walking into one of those old stories he'd heard as a kid. But inside the ugly concrete rectangle of buildings here, there had been little flickers of screens through some of the windows while they'd done their initial reconnaissance, indicating that whatever this place lacked in defensive tactics and common sense, it had at least managed to keep up with some measure of tech.

The only places left with actual electric lights in what Tyr knew of the drowned world were the kingdoms in the western highlands, thanks to the greedy bastard kings who hoarded it and called it divine right or whatever else they could spin to consolidate their grip on their territories. Everywhere else on the mainland, men battled over ancient generators and the fuel to run them or went without, cozying up around rough wax candles and communal bonfires to beat back the long, wet winters as best they could.

A generator here should have meant the wealth and power to go with it. That asshole shooting at him in the woods had even less reason to attract the notice of raiders. It made no sense at all.

"This is embarrassing," Tyr announced, not bothering to check his disgusted tone when his brothers started herding the captives they'd gathered from the rest of the compound's squat, ugly buildings into the bleak square where he stood, surrounded by old concertina wire up on the walls like some kind of rusty halo. "For me. If I knew I could have taken this shithole alone and unarmed and half asleep, I wouldn't have asked my brothers to take part in this raid in the first place."

"It's not a raid if there's no goddamned raiding," Jurin growled, stalking over to reclaim his ax, then wiping the blade clean on the leg of his trousers. "It's a field trip."

"Why have a set of walls if you can't defend them?" Tyr demanded. The captive men shuddered and one even moaned while he pissed himself. Tyr glared straight at him, which only made the puddle beneath the moaner grow. "Why not live out in the open instead and let the wolves sharpen their teeth on you directly?"

"And I don't get any spoils of a raid if it's a bullshit field trip," Jurin continued, as if Tyr hadn't spoken. He fixed his wild eyes on the rumpled and wet and obviously frightened people slowly assembling there in the summer rain before him, his tangled red beard shaking against his freckled white skin when his voice rose. "I like spoils, you assholes."

"Look at this place," their brother Riordan agreed, moving a pair of wailing women out of his path with a relatively gentle boot as he walked through the pack of captives. "More spoils in a virgin's cunt."

"You generally find a lot of treasure in a virgin's cunt?" Jurin taunted him, because this was how it went. Brothers liked to fight. If not the idiots foolish enough to challenge them, then each other — because at least another brother would prove a worthy opponent and give a decent fight. Unlike anyone here. "I thought you were all about the ass, which makes sense, since you're my favorite asshole."

Riordan responded in kind, but Tyr tuned them out, focusing back on the soft, weepy people his brothers had hauled out of their beds tonight, all of them clinging and carrying on the way captives always seemed to do, for all the good it ever did them. If he and his brothers were happy to sack a place in the middle of the night and take whatever they wanted, Tyr always wanted to point out to them, it was unlikely they'd then feel bad about it when confronted by some tears and a few drawn-out wails.

But what was left of this grim little world was filled with scumbags, the way Tyr was sure it had been before the Storms came, too. Or else the end of the world wouldn't have happened, would it? Scumbags were nothing if not eternal, as soulless mercenaries like Krajic proved daily. This tiny little compound was no different. It was too far from the coveted high ground to the northwest and the kings and priests who ruled so grandly there to be of any importance. It was nothing but a ring of half-ruined old office buildings set at the edge of a gnarled forest choked with creeping vines and cut through here and there with the remains of paved roads that now led nowhere. Too close to the new sea level to be truly safe and too far away from any of the vast, reclaimed fields in what remained of the farmlands to be anything like affluent. It was at least a half day's march at a raider's quick pace to anything resembling fertile soil worth cultivating.

A waste of time, in other words. If that little shit hadn't shot at Tyr, no raider would ever have come here.

Which begged the same question. If these people had nothing to do with Krajic — and it was obvious they didn't, or they wouldn't have fallen apart at the sight of the raiders coming over their walls — why had that idiot shot at Tyr in the first place?

Tyr folded his arms over his bare chest, crisscrossed with the straps that held his weapons where he liked them, and glared at the collection of weaklings and dumbasses cowering before him. The leader of this would-be kingdom was obviously the tiny, sputtering, red-faced one in the middle that all of the brothers had thus far ignored by unspoken agreement. Because that shit was never not funny.

The little man met Tyr's gaze and for a moment Tyr thought this might have been worth it after all, that there might be a fight worth having, or a fight anyway — but the coward dropped his eyes like the cringing little piece of shit he was.

"Where's Krajic?" he asked the little wannabe king.

The little man's eyes bugged out in his head, as if not already finding himself skewered on a raider blade wasn't enough deference for him. Tyr had to bite back a grin. Tiny, furious would-be tyrants were his personal favorite. They were so easy to play with.

"I am Ferranti," the small man belted out, as if he expected some kind of awed response to that. Tyr only eyed him as if he was too toothless to bother fighting, which was clearly also true. "This is my compound." When Tyr didn't bother to respond to that either, Ferranti sputtered on. "There's no Krajic here. I've never heard the name."

"You'd recognize him if you came across him," Tyr growled. The memory of that mercenary whore was burned deep into his head, like every other detail of that terrible battle up near the Great Lake Sea where they'd lost Zyron. They hadn't found his remains for three days. What was left of them. "Shaved head, ugly scar down one cheek that my brother Zyron carved there himself, and a death warrant attached to his punk ass with my name on it." He grunted. "Of course, if you had, you'd be dead."


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

USA Today bestselling, RITA nominated, and critically-acclaimed author Megan Crane has written a lot of books: from women's fiction, chick lit, and work-for-hire young adult novels to Harlequin Presents as Caitlin Crews. These days her focus is on contemporary romance, from small town to international glamor, cowboys to bikers, and beyond. She sometimes teaches creative writing classes both online at mediabistro.com and at UCLA Extension's prestigious Writers' Program, where she finally utilizes the MA and PhD in English Literature she received from the University of York in York, England. She currently lives in California with a husband who draws comics and animation storyboards and their menagerie of ridiculous animals.
USA Today bestselling, RITA nominated, and critically-acclaimed author Megan Crane has written a lot of books: from women's fiction, chick lit, and work-for-hire young adult novels to Harlequin Presents as Caitlin Crews. These days her focus is on contemporary romance, from small town to international glamor, cowboys to bikers, and beyond. She sometimes teaches creative writing classes, both online at mediabistro.com and at UCLA Extension's prestigious Writers' Program, where she finally utilizes the MA and PhD in English Literature she received from the University of York in York, England. She currently lives in California with a husband who draws comics and animation storyboards and their menagerie of ridiculous animals.

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Edge of Obsession 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Maria-Rose More than 1 year ago
This story takes place in a post apocalyptic world, one in which people have been reduced to a medieval like existence (though still with some traces of modern technology such as highly prized electricity). Helena has the daunting task of generations before her, carrying a secret that could change the entire power structure of the world she lives in (both literally and figuratively). Chased by mercenaries, she thinks she's found a man who can help her in her quest. Tyr is a war chief, a Raider, a man used to taking what he wants, when he wants it. When Helena provokes him, taking her captive is the easy part. The hard part will be gaining her trust - and as the clock ticks, her betrayal could cost them all. I really enjoyed this story! The world building is excellent, reminiscent of old school historical romances with marauding clansmen. I appreciated the fact that it didn't have paranormal elements- no zombies present here. Tyr and Helena were both appealing characters to me, with Tyr as the classic alpha male and Helena as a driven woman, desperate to do whatever is necessary to save the people. The sex in this story is dirty, dirty,dirty! Fans of the Beyond series by Kit Rocha will find themselves in good company here, with voyeurism, exhibitionism, and menage scenes (though Tyr and Helena don't add any partners). While some of the consent is a bit dubious (I mean, you're a captive to a large, dangerous, incredibly sexy man - what are the odds you're going to refuse him?) the participants all seem quite willing. The story moves at a good pace, and though there is a happy ending for the couple in question, the overall story arc will continue into the next book in the series. Very enjoyable, and I'm looking forward to more in this erotic dystopian world.
AmyBosica More than 1 year ago
Edge of Obsession is one thrilling, intense, and intoxicating read. It is unlike any dystopian novel that I’ve read. I have to tell you, it has been quiet some time since I’ve read something in this genre and I could not have been more pleased with Edge of Obsession. Edge of Obsession is everything that you could want in an adult dystopian novel. It is captivating and intriguing. It is sexy and intense. It is gritty and raw. This is the type of book that will pull you in from the very beginning and not let you go. It will have you on the edge of your seat, holding your breath, waiting to see what will happen next. Edge of Obsession is my first read by this author and I can already tell you that it will not be my last. This book is so unique and so thrilling. I just loved it all. It had a interesting and intriguing story-line. The world that was created was utterly fascinating and demanded that you find out more about it. The characters were intense and sexy and the men were total alphas. This book has some absolutely HOT and I mean HOT moments that may make you blush. Just thought I would warn you that there is some serious hotness!! Edge of Obsession isn’t just filled with sexy good times, but it is also filled with action, drama and lots of good twists and turns. I honestly can’t say enough good things about this book. I don’t know if there will more books in this series, but I definitely would not object to reading more books in this world that this author has created. I definitely would recommend checking this book out.
weluvdopey More than 1 year ago
Great Book! This is a great book by Megan Crane. This book is set in a dystopian world. Tyr is a powerful man who only needs three things to survive, his weapons, basic resources and a rotation of women to serve his sexual needs. He is a powerful alpha raider who is part of a group of vicious men who abide by no laws. Helena has been on the run for two years on her own mission. She is now being held prisoner by the group of men. Tyr and Helena are overcome with the intense desire they feel towards each other. They must learn to trust each other in order to survive. If you are looking for a hot read then you need to read this book. I am looking forward to reading the next book by this author. A Review copy was provided to me in exchange for a fair and honest review. The free book held no determination on my personal review.
greekgoddess422 More than 1 year ago
First in a new series . Dark Contemporary . Second one I read from this author . Our Hero is Tyr . Our Heroine is Helena . With many secondary players . This story is set in the future . In a world that everything was destroyed . Only bits and pieces of the world is left behind Tyr only knows three things that he holds above others . His weapons . His dedication to his King and a revolving door of women . Tyr sees Helena when they are on a quest to restock his people's Supplies. Tyr was shot at in the forest and he goes after the shooter which brings him to a village where he meets Helena. Helena grabs his attention because she talked back to Tyr . She also poked him on the chest . Nobody and I mean nobody talks back to him or touches him. That itself is a death sentence . He picks her up and carries her away . Helena is taken as a hostage . Helena is keeping a very powerful secret that was given to her buy her parents . Helena with her tablet has a mission . She had to get away from that village . The king back then was eyeing her . At that day and age of human kind they had marriages called winter marriages . Half the yr was in darkness so that is when they had sexual acts to restock human kind . Helena doesn't want that kind of life . Helena knows she has a mission . She needs to get to a generator to turn it back for light and health . Helena thought that she can get away from Tyrs hold on her . But there is a bond that is holding both of them together . While they board the ship and its underway there is a mutual enemy that shows up on the beach . Tyr and the king are asking Why ?? Does Helena get away from Tyr to do her mission . Does she let her feelings stop her . Does she confide in Tyr to save her life
TammyS32 More than 1 year ago
Helena is on a mission to save the world when she is taken captive. Tyr is a sexy alpha just trying to survive in this post-apocalyptic world. Helena can’t believe the intense feeling she has for her captor but can she trust him to help her. I really liked the story, the characters could have been a bit more intense and confident. I did like the chemistry between them very steam. Enjoyable read.
Bouscher99 More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this story because it’s rather unique and not something I’ve read before. This one takes place in the future, where our world has been flooded and not much remains, including technology. Tyr is intrigued by Helena and takes her captive during one of their missions on the mainland settlement. He’s also suspicious because her actions towards him during the encounter make him think she has a hidden motive and was purposely looking to be abducted by his clan. Their chemistry is off the charts and so are the sex scenes in this book. (There are lots of scenes that are public and group sex within the clan.) Helena does have a secret…she’s been running for her life for 2 years and is determined to finish the mission started by her family. I liked both characters but I had a hard time getting into this one. I think it’s a combination of the author’s writing style and the fact that there is so much inner monologue…I found myself skimming at times. The story itself was great and while there is no actual cliffhanger, the author gives us enough to guess that it’s very likely that there will be a continuation to this story. Provided via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
n7kk7br00ks More than 1 year ago
Tyr is the epitome of an alpha male. A bit of a man-whore at first with extreme caveman like subtleties but with a soft centre of awesome all wrapped up in a layer of muscle - yummmmmm. The world has gone to hell and the "kings" use religion to take what they want. The raiders are made out to be the bad guys but they are really rebelling against these cold calculating kills. They are not just the cold hearted killers and they are trying to repopulate their numbers . "He already knew she liked it when he told her what to do. Now he knew she liked being pinned down while she was filled with his c??k, as she'd liked it when he was licking her c??t." Is one of the hottest lines in the book in my opinion! TY had some witty one liners and it's almost like an inner monologue! Do you want to slap him occasionally, of course you do - that's the sign of a character who gets you engaged and caught up in the story. The action could have been a bit more punchy in places but I enjoyed immensely and would happily read others in this series.
CathyGeha More than 1 year ago
Wow…this one had me on the edge of my seat and up into the wee hours of the morning. I could not put it down! At first I thought “Mad Max” and then I thought nope…seafaring raiders…and then… I just kept reading and reading. When I finished and thought about it this morning I thought of the first books I read by John Wyndham and realized I have enjoyed reading about a world destroyed and trying to recover since I read the Wyndham Omnibus years ago. This first book in a new series has everything I like to find in a novel and introduces potential main characters of future books in a way that I can makes me want to get my hands on them as soon as possible. The men of the Clan are HOT and the women they hang out with are, too. The main characters are strong individuals in their own right and their story intense and interesting. Tyr and Helena are quite a couple! Tyr is the war chief for his clan of raiders. He is alpha to the max and oh so hot. He captures Helena on one of the raids and takes her back home with him. She has a secret mission and he needs to know what it is. The whole clan is unapologetically hedonistic and the complete opposite of what Helena has grown up believing as a compliant on the mainland. This story is about trust, dispelling misconceptions, power – the abuse of it versus the wise use of it, family and oh so much more. I loved it! Thank you to NetGalley and Saint Martin’s Press for the copy of this excellent book to read and review.