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Caden and Greysen come home from deployment to build a life together. Everything is perfect, until Caden starts changing into a different man - one with a savage edge that's as dangerous as it is seductive. Who is her husband? What has he become? And why? With time running out and forces bigger than their marriage working against them, Greysen needs to put together the pieces before Caden takes it all too far.

The only thing that ever stood between me and madness was Greyson. And now, she's in trouble. She's falling into the hole that almost ended me. The only thing standing between her and the fate I escaped is me. But I have no expertise in this; no knowledge but what she taught me. I'm flying blind here, and every moment that passes brings me closer to losing her. She says I'm crossing the line, but she can draw a million lines around her, and I'll cross every single one to get to her, even if it destroys me.

You think you'd go far for love? Think again. She really knows how to push a man. She finds the cracks and she goes right for them. She'll travel across the world just to break me apart, piece by piece, until every last secret is exposed and every weakness revealed. I swear to God, I love her so much I'll let her do it. I'll let her do anything. But when she hurts herself to protect me? That's a line in the sand.

"Caden, look at me." I caught his gaze and held it. He was confident. Arrogant. Sure he had a place in the world. And under that was the man who needed me to be that place. "If I could..." He smiled and shook his head at a silly thought he wanted to dismiss but couldn't - a contradiction in keeping with the whole man I married. "If I could write my love in the sky, it wouldn't be big enough. I'd run out of room. I'd fall out of the air trying to say it all." He was saying it all. Every day. And he was falling out of the sky to do it.

Jonathan Drazen is a beautiful, damaged billionaire with a taste for obedience. Monica is a struggling musician who obeys no man. But she just made a wager with him - one she's sure she can win. If she loses, she spends the night under his command. If she wins...it doesn't matter. She just found out Jonathan doesn't lose his bets, and his women always end up where he wants them.

Did you want a nice, pat ending about Jonathan and Monica riding off into the sunset? Did you want rainbows and stars? All soft filters and violins? They're not fighting over who cleans the bathroom or whose turn it is to cook dinner. They were never destined for simple contentment. Monica almost committed murder for Jonathan. She almost tore them apart to save him. How do you get back on the horse when nothing is the same? Nothing.

Everything is going to be perfect. Greyson comes home from deployment to live the life she and her husband Caden dreamed of. He has a surgical residency, and she has a psychiatric practice in the basement of their Manhattan brownstone. Caden loves his wife more than he can measure. But he starts hearing whispers. Someone else loves her. Someone else wants her. There's someone else, and though whoever's behind the whispers will move mountains to have her, Caden will move heaven and earth to keep her.

Jonathan is more demanding than Monica ever dreamed, and she's starting to enjoy and accept his power over her. But with every night that passes, he steals another piece of her heart, and while he keeps close guard over his own. She's powerless against him, and falling fast. She'd escape his clutches if she could, or if she wanted to.   

I'm playing it cool, clean, and professional...until I meet Roman Bianchi. He's not an insecure nerd or an ego-hole like the other kings of Silicon Valley. He's charming and handsome. He's fun, funny, and smart. He's also in the office across the hall.

As a world-class dancer at the height of her career, Emily enjoys all the perks of fame - the parties, the glamour, the tours - but they've also attracted the attention of a dangerous ex-boyfriend hell-bent on getting her back. Enter Carter Kincaid, a bodyguard so crushingly sexy he takes her breath away. Carter's the best in the business, and Emily is - professionally speaking - off-limits. But when it comes to stirring his desires, she's making all the right moves.

Everything about Fiona is forbidden. She has dark desires she can't explain. She's beautiful, irresponsible, irresistible. She's my patient. I'm her therapist. I'm past wanting her. Past possessing her. Past bedding her or protecting her. I'm willing to be self-destructive, negligent, brave, audacious, and stronger than I ever believed possible.

Monica believes Jonathan despite her better judgment. Forgives him despite her doubts. She loves him...just because. Her heart isn't sensible or guarded enough. Not by a sight. She’s a walking raw nerve ending of emotion, as if the celibate years she'd spent before him made her more emotional, more vulnerable, more foolish.

Jonathan Drazen is a beautiful, damaged billionaire with a taste for obedience. Monica is a struggling musician who obeys no man. But she just made a wager with him - one she's sure she can win. If she loses, she spends the night under his command. If she wins...it doesn't matter. She just found out Jonathan doesn't lose his bets, and his women always end up where he wants them.

Monica does not abdicate. She will not resign herself to a man's will...even a man as strong as Jonathan. She's not weak or fragile, nor does she break at the first sign of trouble. Until she realizes she's falling in love with him, and that she’ll never be the same if she allows it. She breaks into a million sharp pieces and damages him in the process. But what can she do? Stay with him and untangle the mess of his life? Commit to his rules, his secrets, his troubles? No. She'll commit to a man, not a lie.

In the era of pay phones, groupies, and party pills, there were three of us. Strat. A rock god who walked on air. Indy. A handsome musician smart enough to live through stardom. Me, a girl with everything to lose and nothing she wanted to keep. I loved them both. They say three's a crowd, but maybe I liked crowds, until the one thing I wanted to keep was stolen out of my arms. I left that world, straightened up, went to law school. I was fine until Indy walked back into my life to remind me of what I'd lost. 

Taylor Harden is a man on the edge. The edge of fame. The edge of untold wealth. The edge of utter humiliation. He built an unhackable system, and in front of everyone, it gets hacked. His reputation goes from king to goat in a split second. Boom. Like that. Some dude in Barrington, USA (AKA Nowhere) has locked down Taylor's code, and if he does not get it back, he is going to be wearing a monkey suit for the rest of his life. Except, this guy? This hacker from Nowhere? He is not a guy.

Monica believes Jonathan despite her better judgment. Forgives him despite her doubts. She loves him...just because. Her heart isn't sensible or guarded enough. Not by a sight. She's a walking raw nerve ending of emotion, as if the celibate years she'd spent before him made her more emotional, more vulnerable, more foolish. And she agreed to all of it yesterday and today. She'd agree to it tomorrow and forever, but for one thing. There might not be a tomorrow for her king.

I tried to write a description for Sing a hundred times, and all I have to say is...this book will break your heart. I've had readers curse me, scream at me, send me updates of their resting heart rate every 15 minutes. So I want you to strap yourself in. You're going on a ride. You're safe. I promise you can trust me. But the journey's gonna hurt.

Monica's in free fall. The force of Jonathan Drazen's full attention is devastating, intense, all-encompassing. He's going to be the ruination of her self-control, until his past comes into the light, and she starts looking at him with new eyes.

I never forgot her. Not for one minute. Not from the last time I saw her, at 17, to today. I measured all women against her, and all women came up short. But being with her was unfeasible in high school, and it's taboo now. I see her sometimes, but I've never spoken to her. She runs, or I run. We're in the same town, on the same block, in the same building, and the gulf between us has been just too wide to cross. Until tonight.