Resultado narrado por "Louise Brenner" em Todas as categorias

When I was twelve, I met this boy. I knew my parents wouldn't approve of our friendship, so I spent two years sneaking over to his house, hoping at some point I'd have a say in how I lived my life. When I was fourteen, there was an accident. As much as I wanted to keep him a secret, as much as I needed to see him every day, we were forbidden to ever see each other again. Three years have passed, three years of watching myself waste away without him, sinking into a deep depression that I struggle to pull myself out of each morning.

Jax Flynn's life just went from bad to worse. He was already sharing his body with a demon named Azirak, but after killing its mate . . . Well, things got real. Now the demon has taken control of Jax's body and everything he cares for is at stake, including Samantha, the girl he loves. Yeah, that's not going to happen. It's time Jax showed everyone what he was really made of.

Jax lost the genetic lottery. Descended from Cain, the world's first murderer, he's plagued by a curse that demands violence in exchange for his happiness. He left everything behind, including the girl he loved, but thriving on the pain of others is lonely . . . And it's killing him. After a series of heartbreaking losses, Samantha put rubber to pavement and headed for college as fast as her clunker could carry her. But she can't outrun her problems. When an attack at school drives her back home, she's thrown into the path of a past—and a guy—she's been trying to forget.

Descended from Cain, the world's first murderer, Jax Flynn is destined to spend his life making others suffer. To shield the world from horrific chaos, he was forced to sacrifice the one and only thing he loved. Samantha Merrick. Sam is special. She doesn't know how—or why—and she hasn't had any luck finding out. But there's a bright side to her life. She finally has Jax back. Sort of. They're living life on a strict look but don't touch policy, but with the explosive chemistry between them, keeping their hands to themselves is getting harder every day.