Some exes you block. Others you write a whole damn book about ��   
The nights were crazy. 
But then I found out...     so was she.   
Getting her was easy... 
Getting away? I needed a map, a burner phone, and emotional support snacks. 
We weren't lovebirds. We were a demolition duo with matching scars. 
Passion?   
Logic? Missing. 
��Red flags? �� Decor. 
Twenty-something years later--I still think about her. 
Usually, when I hear sirens. Or Taylor Swift. 
I hope you finally got that felony purged from your records. The memory of you still gives me chills.
Inspired by true events #crazy   Note:   Dates, names, and locations have been altered for confidentiality. But if you read this, darling, you'll know it's you. This book has taken me years to publish. I started and stopped. I always wanted to write it, but it's so personal, I just couldn't. Reliving it was sweet hell, the glory days remembered with the piercing pain of what was...

The only HEA in this book is that it's over.
[] "This is not a fairytale. It's a survival story."
[] "The only happy ending is getting out alive."
[] "Love burned hot. Escape burned brighter."
[] "Inspired by true events. No sugarcoating."