Book One in the Hate Story Duet

Once upon a time, I thought love was a fairytale.

I thought selling myself to a mafia boss was noble. So what if they called him the Beast? I grew up in rags, and he would lift me to riches. All I had to do was give him my soul.

He was punishing. Insatiable. Captivating. Nothing like I expected him to be. Each day my reality blurred, leaving me wondering if I was slave or princess.

The longer I stayed, the more I lost myself to him. Even after every cruelty the Beast visited upon me, I longed for his touch. Even after every savage word he spoke, I begged for his lips. I thought the worst thing he could take was my body. I was too naïve to guard my heart.

Once upon a time, I thought love was a fairytale.

Now I know better than to speak of happily ever afters.

Beast is the first book in the Hate Story duet. About what it means to fall in love with the person who has absolutely destroyed you, it contains disturbing and graphic situations that may be a trigger for some.


“Do you like this?” he growled against her ear. “Do you like being made to do things, Frankie?” She said something, but it was so quiet he didn’t catch it. His fingers roamed her body, traveling all along her skin. Where he met her flesh, her skin rose and goose-pimpled, but he was sure to avoid the most sensitive parts of her. 

She arched up to him, as though trying to force his hand, but he carefully bypassed the parts she wanted him to touch. She made an aggravated moan. Anteros wrapped his fingers around her neck and tightened his hold, forcing her to look up at him. Her face reddened, her mouth parted, and her eyes widened, but then she slackened as if waiting.

“I can’t hear you,” he snarled. Still she didn’t say anything. Anteros tightened his hold on her neck and drew her close so his lips were against her ear. “Beg me or you’ll go home with an ache between your thighs.”


The Duet