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Tragedy strikes on the homefront when a husband and father snaps . . . but if Detectives Malcolm Khalaji and Seong-Jae Yoon can't track down a killer on the run, this crime of passion may take one more victim. Moral boundaries blur, lines cross, and even as a secretive puppetmaster watches from the shadows, both Malcolm and Seong-Jae must make a choice. One path leads to salvation. While the other may leave an innocent dead.

Malcolm Khalaji is missing. And Seong-Jae Yoon is the only one who can find him. But to do so means walking paths he swore he would never tread again. Descending into the blackest hallways of a twisted and sadistic mind. Breaking down every wall he's ever built around himself, to try to predict what Sila will do next. Yet not even Seong-Jae can anticipate the outcome of this deadly game.

Detective Malcolm Khalaji is at a loss. For the second time in his life, he wasn't there when his lover needed him. And with Seong-Jae Yoon on leave pending an internal investigation, Malcolm doesn't know what to do with a shattered partner and boyfriend who's retreated from him into a dark and broken place. This time he's determined to be there no matter what Seong-Jae needs, even if it means taking time off from the pressures of their job to hold Seong-Jae through every moment of trauma, of guilt, of self-recrimination.

On the verge of marrying the love of her life, Nia gets into a tragic car accident. Six months later she awakens from a coma and discovers that she was given the lungs of a man named Marco Silver. Marco was the man in the car Nia crashed into. His death would, ironically, save her life. Consumed with guilt, Nia goes on a journey to find out more about her mystery man. In the process, Nia uncovers Marco’s secret love letters. Love letters, intended for his no-good cheating wife. Starving for true romance, Nia reads Marco’s love letters and falls madly in love.

Galen Blood. My stepbrother and I are richer than God and sicker than the devil. We like to play games. The kinds of games only billionaires as f***ed in the head as we are can play, with global stakes. Corporations and countries fall just because we think it's funny. Today, our game is about her. Eliza. The piece of trash in a leopard print skirt we dredged out of the Las Vegas gutter. Braden thinks I can't make her a perfect sub.