In my past, I encountered many snakes—people who slithered into my life during my most vulnerable moments, striking with ruthless precision. But I have emerged stronger. I believe in the moon, in my dreamcatcher, and in the concept of karma. How could I not? I am Fawn Butcher. Once an orphan, I am now the wife of the Don of the Cosa Nostra, the young mother to his children, and the air he breathes. So when my snakes reappear, I turn my gaze to the moon and trust in karma. Yet, my husband isn't a spiritual man. As his lips brush my ear and his dark, unwavering words resonate within me, I am reminded that while he may not be the villain of my story, he is certainly a villain. "Even karma needs a little push, sweet girl."

This continues Fawn and Clay's epic love story, and needs to be read after His Pretty Little Burden and His Pretty Little Queen.