Publisher's Synopsis
Love is the sweetest venom. Lawrence: I told her I wanted her body and not her love. I lied. Ronan: I fell in love with a lie . . . She was beauty and destruction.Kissing her was a tender song. Owning her body, a wild poem. Loving her, my downfall. But she was mine. Or so I thought. Blaire: One man offered me his love. The other, the world. I'm falling, falling, falling . . . And there's no end in sight.
