"Oxford, England. The city of dreaming spires, dark secrets... And desire."
The man I trusted might be the monster I've been hunting for...
I came to Oxford to uncover dark secrets, but instead, I found desire.
Anthony St. Clair. The future Duke of Ashford. He's shown me a sensual pleasure I never dreamed was possible, but now I don't know who to trust.
Is he the saint who will protect me? Or the sinner who will be the death of me?