Amanda Feral is not a happy homemaker. Nor does she spend her afternoons trapped in a cubicle waiting for five o'clock to roll around. She lives in a flat with a view of a grim boulevard peopled with society's discontent and their dark crimes. She's an observer of perversion and horrors, the heartbreak of passion and interrupted longing. She spends her time longing for a taste of these people's sordid adventures, but instead merely jots down various scenarios and tortures for fictional characters. One day she'll leave her favorite spot. Explore. Engage the tribe of heathens she longs to be a part of.
Amanda has suggested that she may be the inspiration for a certain series of books about a caustically funny and quite dead socialite. Then again, she is a writer, and they're known to lie.
Justine Crenshaw is accident-prone. On purpose. It’s the bruises…she can’t live without them, without the pleasure and pain that closely bind her sexuality to her secret obsession. She chooses men who accept her fetish, who seek it out for their own dark designs, even if they don’t understand it. She accepts that. Justine doesn’t need them for anything but a little bruise pressure during down-and-dirty sex.
Then she meets Nathan, and her heart starts demanding more than her compulsions provide. She can’t hide her body from him forever, can’t keep him in the dark, literally. But no “normal” guy could possibly understand her multi-colored kink…could he? It might be time for Justine to shine a light on her fetish and find out.