Sins of Ashville: Redline

Dark. Cold. My darkness faded into more darkness. I rolled to my side, the cold from the hard floor seeping through my thin clothes. I wanted to escape the cold, to escape the brutally uncomfortable surface beneath me, but small movements were all I could muster. Only my most primitive functions worked. My adrenal gland pumped chemicals through my body, heating me with terror and the drive to...

With that last gunshot, my world shattered. I was left alone. All alone in a world I didn't understand. Fearing that I had no one, no one, who could get me out or understand. I had wanted one final night. A final chance to win back the only person who knew what I'd been through. Who I could let see through the pain because I knew he'd experienced it himself. I'd begged Colt to give me that one...

I had gone too far. Devlin went beyond that. He'd taken away Katrin, then Aubrey, and given me a haunting shell back. Aubrey's fragile form, painted up to remind me of everything I had lost. Everything I had given up. Worst of all, he'd taken away my escape. My outlet. I could no longer retreat into my world of pain without thinking of the one person who'd captured my heart. The girl I would...

I'm not the first to want what I can't have, but my problem runs irreparably darker than that. My dark lust can't be sated by normal means, or even slightly less-than-normal means. Role playing and dominant games with their bullshit negotiations and imposed limits don't do it for me. I'm not interested in love or the endless complications of a relationship. I don't even want respect or mutual...

I never expected life to be easy, but this… It's no dream It's no nightmare. It's the reality of a girl who was determined to make it on her own. I shot for the moon, got screwed by gravity, and landed in the underworld of the city. Caught between two men—brothers—both equally handsome as they are dangerous. Sex, drugs, and alcohol are the only recognized currencies. Stealing and deceit aren't...