I met the devil while lying in a garden of roses.I didn't know who he was. But he seemed to know me.Black eyes, cruelly beautiful lips, a tailored suit sharp enough to cut glass.Marshall Klintock-- the man who would steal me away from my rich father's estate.He tempted me with freedom, swore he could help me find my way as a budding artist in New York City.It was a lie.Marshall's not some normal art curator. He's a member of a dangerous mafia family who's using me for something terrible.His hands could spill blood. Probably already have.But when he gets me alone, his hot breath on my innocent skin, I forget all of that.I'm not prepared to control myself around someone with such a commanding aura. Is this fear, passion, love? All of it?I know devils can't be trusted, but I beg him to make me one promise.If he breaks me...Please do it beautifully.