His ghosts hover, tangible and ever-present, but do they mimic reckoning or redemption?

Colton Langdon’s life is an angst-filled hell, and he’s well aware that he deserves it. Yes, after all his crimes and betrayals, life has fatefully twisted him to be…here. With a bullet freshly dug out of his kneecap and his mind still grieving over the death of his ex, he is simply stuck. Stuck with twenty-three staples holding his leg together. Stuck with a pair of crutches he’d love to chuck in a dumpster. And, coincidentally, stuck with Skylar Olson.

She is the human incarnation of sugar. Platinum blonde. Light as air with sea glass eyes. An ex-stripper who was around the wrong people in the wrong place at the wrong time. Held captive and assaulted in the exact same house where Colton’s knee was blown to bits, they’re now stuck together for the sake of their story to the authorities.

Their story is a lie.

Their lives as they know them—their closeness and their relationship—are a lie.

Colton is aware that the best lies begin from scraps of the truth, but those scraps are growing, weaving and wrapping around his heart like a wispy gauze.

Colton and Skylar may fall into the web of it all…but is it strong enough to allow them to survive?