It should have been easy.
It was all about Revenge.
I had one woman to find. Marry her and put my baby in her belly.
Clinical. Cold. Ruthless. That’s me. My father’s son.
Then I met her.
Sydney Lawrence. All American Girl. Goddess. Broken Angel.
“It is more important that innocence is protected than it is that guilt be punished.”
Guess what? I didn’t listen.
I spun my web and trapped her inside.
Then I took her to Hell.
When you play with fire – someone always gets burned.
About Stella Andrews
I love to write stories where the men are hot and sexy and the women strong and beautiful. I take way too much pleasure in looking at pictures of Hot guys for my covers and looking for hot men in the supermarket aisles. I enjoy the freedom of a filthy mouth in fiction where I am prim and proper with my family. This is my guilty secret. Let’s just keep it between ourselves x