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29-year-old Paul Donnelly has been many things in his life. Son of addicts, high school dropout, tattooist, the shameless bodyguard to Beckett Cobalt, the “bodyguard camp counselor” to the rookies of SFO, Loren Hale’s nemesis, and Xander’s wise one. But nothing means as much without Luna Hale. The sci-fi-loving writer. A weirdo. Sister to his client. The only one he’s fallen for.

Rose Calloway thought she had everything under control. At twenty-three, she's a Princeton graduate, an Academic Bowl champion, a fashion designer, and the daughter of a Fortune 500 mogul. But not everything comes easy.

My cousin should've told me that being best friends with Baylee Wright - since she was 12 - would be the best and worst decision of my life. He should have told me to protect her from what was coming. He should have told me that when a darkness crawled towards us, there'd be no safety net. Now I've signed back on to the same Vegas acrobatic show as Baylee, working together for the first time in years.

Cravings and fantasies become her new routine, but while Loren Hale recovers from his alcohol addiction, Lily wonders if he'll realize what a monster she really is. After all, her sexual compulsions begin to rule her life the longer she stays faithful to him. Progress. That's what Lily's striving for. But by trying to become closer to her family—people who aren't aware of her addiction—she creates larger obstacles. When she spends time with her youngest sister, she learns more about her than she ever imagined and senses an unsettling connection between Daisy and Ryke Meadows.

No. More. Sex. Those are the three words Lily Calloway fears the most. But Loren Hale is determined to be with Lily without enabling her dangerous compulsions. With their new living situation—sleeping in the same bed, for real, together—Lily has new battles. Like not jumping Lo's bones every night. Not being consumed by sex and his body.

Personne ne pourrait soupçonner le secret de Lily Calloway. Dans les bars, pendant que les autres sont sur la piste de danse, Lily, elle, est aux toilettes. Pour baiser. Des coups d’un soir torrides, dont elle a honte et qu’elle regrette aussitôt le lendemain. Il se trouve que la seule personne dans la confidence se livre à un penchant tout aussi inavouable : pour Loren Hale, sa meilleure amie est sa bouteille de bourbon. Lily n’est pas loin derrière. Cela fait trois ans qu’ils font semblant d’être en couple, cachant leurs addictions respectives à leurs familles.

You know that old saying “opposites attract” - well, no one ever tells you what happens after the attraction part. Do opposites stick together forever? Or do they just self-combust? And then there’s the third option: Someone or something forces them apart. Look, the third option isn’t happening to us. I will end the bastard who thinks he can keep me from her. I only need to worry about one thing.... Epic, soul-crushing self-destruction. Because I screw up everything I touch. Even her.

As the eldest daughter of famous parents, Luna Hale is anything but normal. She escapes most days inside the fandoms she loves and the fics she writes, and she’s accepted that real life just sucks more than fiction. But there is someone who could rival every swoony man inside her imagination. And he only lives three floors below her. Too bad he’s incredibly off-limits.

Prepare for the worst, but hope for the best. That's what Lily Calloway and Loren Hale try to do when his father schedules an "important" meeting. The problem: after being swept into the public eye and battling their addictions, they're not sure what the worst is anymore.

Tourists flock to Mistpoint Harbor to snap photos of the famous lighthouse, browse the Museum of Curses & Curiosities, and claim their “I survived the Most Cursed Town in America!” pin. But for me, growing up in Mistpoint Harbor wasn’t a vacation. Not when locals have a deep-seated loathing for my family. They hate my dad. They hate my older brothers. And they hate me—Zoey Durand, the girl who shrunk in high school at the taunts and jeers. Like a sad wilted flower. If it wasn't for October Brambilla, life would've been a real living hell.