When does a love story become a thriller or a horror tale? Is it when love ends and trust is broken, or when everything you believed turns out to be a lie?

When I met Alec, I thought the drama that haunted my life was life finally over, and that he was the Prince Charming I never believed I'd find. He made mistakes, did all the wrong things, and yet he was perfect for me because he loved me as I was. That was my happy ending come true.

Or so I was led to believe.

Sometimes the world is really just black or white. Wrong is clearly wrong, and fairness feels like the only right path. Most of the time, though, life doesn't play out that simply.

I was young, naive, and blind to the price my choices carried. It took me years before I noticed the first sign, but once I did, the perfect life I thought I had came crashing down around me

My faith, my marriage, and what I believed to be right and wrong shattered as if the world had been turned upside down.

And in the end, the only way to survive was to become the very broken doll I had been my entire life.

*This book walks the thin line between love and horror, faith and madness. Nothing is ever it seems, and the story unsettles through the possession of body and mind. Please find the trigger warning, as it is not for the faint of heart.