Cold Blooded by P Mulholland

Sophia Austin:
I signed the contract. My hand was forced.
They say the son of notorious Chicago mafia boss is not a suitable match for the sweet daughter of billionaire Red Austin.
But Forbidden is such a delicious word laced with intrigue and excitement.
As if it was that easy to tear us apart.
For we are bound by a shackle of circumstances. A horror that time forgot.
I can still hear his voice in the dark whisper, “Twelve minutes.”

Leon Malone:
It started with a goat’s skull, an exchange of macabre gifts.
I tried to push her away by being cruel and rough, but she retaliated by crawling under my skin and lighting a fire.
She became a sweet temptation to enjoy only in secret.
My dark to her light. The blood on my hands is the same color as her lipstick. Our skin marked by chains.
A bond created by…twelve minutes.