Before Cate

I thought my life was over, and then I met her . . . and wouldn’t you know it, she’s a hooker.

I figure it’s fate paying me back for every bad thing I’ve ever done, because a prostitute has to be the most inappropriate match a man in my position can make.

Still, I can’t stay away.

One taste and Cate had a grip on me like some illicit drug. I know it’s bad, but it feels so good. She’s a hallucinogenic. She makes me believe it doesn’t matter who she is, what she is, as long as she’s mine, and I know I won’t be able to rest until she is. 

Mine.


For the story from Cate’s point of view, look for Cat Haus.