Some go through their entire lives without an arch-nemesis. I had two.
The first one was my stepbrother, Manuel. His goal was to beat me into submission, until I was nothing more than a cowering wraith. Luckily, I had a guardian angel who saved me.
The second was none other than my angel's brother, Garret Hannigan. In my teens, I'd had a crush on him, and I'd even fantasized about him saving me from Manuel. Until I saw the disgusting and scary things he wrote, and that crush faded fast.
Now, I have a new life—a new identity. My goal had been to stay under the radar until I could carry out the revenge on Manuel I'd been dreaming of.
Then Garret Hannigan sits down in front of me at work and orders a drink. Looking into those green eyes of his, I realized the ghost of my crush still lingered. I should have exorcised those feelings that first night. Instead, every time he walks into the club and sits in my section, not even bothering to look at the girls on the stage, those feelings only seem to grow. But there's a problem. Garret doesn't appear to know who I am.
For the first time in my life, I'm happy . . . but what will happen when I tell him who I really am.
Contains mature themes.
