If you thought having blue balls was bad, then try having the fading throes of your mating fever interrupted. It was like being starved while the food sat right in front of you—close enough to touch, yet untouchable. The frustration was maddening, leaving Violet in a sore, seething mood.
But even the relentless ache of the mating fever couldn't hold a candle to the cold, jarring shock of seeing your evil mother-in-law teetering on death's door.
In that instant, Violet's arousal didn't just fade, it was snuffed out like a candle.
Zara Storm lay motionless on the hospital bed, looking nothing like the evil mother-in-law Violet knew. Her face was a mottled canvas of purple and blue, as though someone had punched the daylight out of her. Angry red bruises circled her neck, stark evidence that someone had tried to strangle the life out of her.
