My name is Red…and I kill things for a living.
I was never supposed to fall in love. All I knew was hate, fighting, and killing—and I did those things very well. That bastard of a wolf stole the only person in the world who ever meant anything to me...and losing her broke something inside of me. That was until I met Lowell...and suddenly I didn't know what was up or down, who I could trust, or why the one man who made my heart beat again would hide a dangerous secret from me. In the end, would my hate cause me to crash and burn, or could I redeem myself of all the wrong I’ve done?
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“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
― Albert Einstein