Constantine should never have given in to the pressure to speak to the reporter, but once he does, he is caught by her innocent sensuality, so much so that he can’t forget her.
Scaling her balcony on a rainy Paris night is even more suicidal, but it doesn’t matter. He has to have her.
Just as she has to have him.
Love is not in the cards for his broken soul, but he didn’t count on someone like Madison breaking down his resolve, his barriers, his very life. Happy endings aren’t for the likes of him. That doesn’t mean he won’t fight for it.
Warning: this novella contains violence and strong sexual content. Not for the faint of heart.