She was so close I could reach out my hand and touch her, and that’s exactly what I did. I pulled her into my arms and let the world around us fade to black. My dulled senses roared to life, and for those few moments, everything was how it should be.

I gazed into ocean blue eyes and saw the sad little girl who was crying in the yard next door. I remembered how it felt to have her small body curled up against mine. The sound of her hushed voice whispering a secret in my ear. How she tasted when we shared our first kiss.

In that instant my control crumbled. I had to hold her.

I needed to feel her heartbeat against mine. My princess. But all too soon the emotions that I’ve kept under lock and key, returned with a vengeance. For years it’s squeezed my heart, twisting it into something ugly and spiteful.
Rage.

Unbridled, unrelenting, rage.

S.K. Rose lives in the hellish desert of Arizona with her newly appointed husband and two obnoxious cats. When she’s not writing, Rose enjoys reading, gaming, swearing like a drunk sailor, collecting swords, and obsessing over the magnificent sea creature: the octopus. Crowned the Guilt is her first novel with plans for many more to come.