Innocent until proven… demon…
HOLMES
Forcing myself to not be a recluse was the hardest thing I had to do when I decided to go to Trinity College until I met the wrong crowd.
Until I met Vane Wolfgang.
The dean's son, the big man on campus, the one not afraid of consequences or those doling them out. He feared nothing… but me.
I should have known better than to get tangled up in his privilege.
Recovering from that night I bled every ounce of trauma into the pages of my debut book. I didn't hold back a single psychotic detail when I told the world he didn't deserve to own it.
VANE
I was on the verge of being tossed out on my ass in every way regardless of my last name bearing some weight.
The consequences were catching up to me and I was pinned against the wall but not by the cops or my overbearing dad… but her.
Holmes Beckford.
I let her taunt me with the hope I was redeemable when I knew better than to let my dick fall in love with the space between her legs.
There was no recovery from that night. Not when every detail was in the hands of everyone in this city, not when her true feelings hit the bestseller list and everyone was clamoring for more.