Willow Vale reads tarot, thirsts on TikTok, and kills men who deserve it. She’s fine—really.
Her moral compass? Crooked at best.
Her trauma? Unprocessed and thriving.
Her next target? A “healer” who preys on sick women and thinks no one will stop him.
But her latest obsession? Saint Shade, the masked magician/acrobat lighting up Las Vegas and every woman’s For You Page. He’s chaos wrapped in black silk, and she’s determined to unmask him.
Except the night she does, he catches her mid-murder.
But he doesn’t run. He doesn’t call the cops. He helps with the clean-up.
Now it’s mutual blackmail, and the stakes couldn’t be higher—her body count, his identity. One word from either of them could end it all, but neither seems ready to stop this game of chicken when their chemistry is hot enough to burn down the Strip.
He’s obsessed. She’s unhinged. Together they’re a love story written in bleach, blood, and bad decisions.
Your morally gray soulmate might not fix you—but they’ll definitely help you bury the bodies.