Author: jordangrant

I met him my first day at Livingston Prep. I thought he was my friend, but beauty is a cruel deceiver. He orchestrated the (second) worst moment of my life. He is my enemy. Yet his electric blue eyes and hair as black as night haunt my dreams. His kisses, sinfully sweet, still poison my lips. I am twenty-one year old, Cora Nambett. Fresh churned ground covers my father. Multiple Sclerosis … Multiple Sclerosis threatens to paralyze my mother. We are about to lose our home. Desperation sends me to his door. Blood will bind my promise to him. Hate…