But letting him in is as dangerous as hunting the cold-blooded killers stalking the streets. With forest-green eyes and a smile that’s surely left a stream of broken hearts in its wake, he has an uncanny, almost unnatural ability to make her yearn for everything he has to offer. He’s six feet and three inches of temptation and swoon-inducing charm. Ren Owens is the last person Ivy expected to enter her rigidly controlled life. After all, four years ago, she lost everything at the hands of the creatures she’d sworn to hunt, tearing her world and her heart apart. She, and others like her, know humans aren’t the only thing trolling the French Quarter for fun… and for food. Twenty-two year old Ivy Morgan isn’t your average college student. Things are about to get Wicked in New Orleans.
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