LAMB

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>She was my brother's fiancée. And my absolute obsession.</em></strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>There were three things and only three things I knew for sure about the woman sitting across from me at the family dinner table every night for the last week. She was completely off-limits. She was my brother's fiancée. And she was my absolute obsession.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Fact of the matter was I'd also seen her first. Which meant it was only fair that I crept into her bridal suite the night before the ceremony and took her virginity. She retaliated by slipping into my hotel room and taking something of mine. An appendage. The fifth toe on my left foot. Tucking it away in a box as a sick little keepsake of our short time together.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Blood for blood or so she claimed.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And that's when I knew the girl was it for me. Her kind of crazy the perfect accompaniment to my own... peculiarities.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The newspapers liked to call me </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>a butcher</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>. I preferred the term </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>surgeon</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>. After all those years in medical school I deserved it.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The truth was I was a saint compared to </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>her</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>. Because Mari didn't just know how to crack open a rib cage. She knew how to fish around with a pair of perfectly manicured nails and dig out a guy's heart. Something my brother found out the hard way.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Now she was back looking to make amends. Or at least pretending to. And I was more than ready to lead my little lamb to slaughter...</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>LAMB</strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> is a dark spin on the nursery rhyme Mary Had a Little Lamb and book two in </span><u style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The Renegades Series</u><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>. Each title is a standalone in an interconnected world while each story is a retelling of a fairy tale nursery rhyme fable etc. The focus is dark romance so please heed the trigger warnings at the beginning of every book.</span></p><p></p>