Abstract Book – “I have heard huge praises about her and this book certainly told me why! I absolutely loved it so much.”
Goodreads Review – “This author is one of those that I could talk and recommend until I am blue in the face and it still wouldn’t be enough towards getting her the recognition that she deserves.”
Bex_Book_Revieux – “?When your favourite wordsmith crumbles your heart into a million teeny, tiny pieces with a single blurb. Y’all Anne Malcom is at it again!?”
PP’s Bookshelf – “I wonder if Anne Malcom can ever write a story that won’t rip my heart out and make me drown in feels. I don’t think so.”
Darkness asked her to dance.
It started with a cold stare.
A deal with a devil in a bespoke suit.
He was wicked. Cruel. No sane person would fall in love with him.
But sanity abandoned her the second she agreed to be his.
She chose to take his hand.
It started with a white dress.
With ocean eyes.
With a woman he had to have, even though he had no business touching her porcelain skin.
She was never meant to enter his world.
He dragged her in anyway.
It was meant to be about his twisted, selfish desires.
She gave him a glimpse of the man he could’ve been had the world not turned him into a monster.
He led her into the abyss.
There, in the darkness, she learned wicked things.
He knew he’d ruin her life, loving her. So he lied. Like the sinner he was, he broke her gentle, precious heart.
Like only a devil could.
But the dance had to end.