Poppy

What do you do when the hand which held you becomes the touch you crave?

I’ve loved her for twenty years.

She’s a rare beauty luring with a dangerous high.

And I’m addicted.

I can’t get enough.

There is only one problem.

He’s an abusive asshole, destroying her down to the very root.

He won’t get another chance.

I’ll beat him to it.

And steal his precious drug—my princess—my Poppy.

There must be good things on the other side of bad.