Sweet Collateral

Anna



I'm a whore. A slave. A possession.

Freedom is so close I can almost taste it, only to have it snatched away under the guise of protection. A gilded cage is still a cage. Rafael D'Cruze is a bad man. I hate him, so why do I feel safe with him?



Rafael



She's a favor. A pretty slave. Sweet collateral.

I have no interest in Anna beyond keeping her alive for the man who now owns her and paying off a debt. And yet, I'm fascinated by the little slave. I find myself willing to bleed for a willing touch, a trusting glance...



A broken little bird. The big bad wolf. A longing that could heal or destroy.



Hate me or hold me?