Hell isn't fire and brimstone; it's the secrets you keep.
Dahlia
Prestige, pedigree, old money. What should have been a privilege felt more like slavery.
A cage made up of old family secrets. Ones so terrible I was willing to sacrifice it all to keep my identical twin sister from being owned like me.
My sister and I were born miracles and forced to be celebrities because of it. The media dubbed my sister as defective and myself as some kind of living perfection.
If they only knew I was the truly damaged one here.
If they only knew bad things can happen to miracles too.
Forced to pick up the broken pieces of my life when I refused to play by their rules, I stopped living up to their delusions.
When I hired David Holcomb for a night it was purely business; I wasn't supposed to fall for the hired help.
David
Heartache, lies, all the blood on my hands. Life has always been a little taste of hell.
Most women could smell the troubled past on me and it made my job pretty easy.
The women who hired me always seemed to think if they moaned loud enough it would silence all the bad things in my head.
Except Dahlia Brewer.
Maybe it was because we were using each other as some kind of freedom.
She had something I needed; I didn't know that would be her.
DISCLAIMER:
Taste Of Hell is a dark romance with dark themes. It is an enemies-to-lovers, age gap, fake relationship, taboo, forbidden love, romantic suspense, dark billionaire romance. It contains no cheating and a guaranteed HEA.
It mentions a transgender side character.
This book can be read as a STANDALONE in the The Brewer Sisters series.
