Saint View Murder Squad, #2
Blurb
Three…Two…One… The game has just begun.
Shadows crawl across the walls of an abandoned warehouse.
A knife waits on the table.
A clock bleeds away the seconds.
Someone isn’t leaving alive.
My only chance of survival lies with the three men searching for me in the dark.
I’d let my guard down with X, the funny psychopath who has been following me for weeks, claiming I’m his future wife…Until he put his fingers around my throat and the laughter died away. Now he’s convinced he’s going to kill me and I’m not entirely sure he’s wrong.
Whip is the sin I paid for. He was supposed to be a transaction—one night only. Instead, he took my firsts and left me craving seconds neither of us should want.
And Levi… the ex-prisoner who wrote me letters that stole my heart. But love doesn’t protect us from a killer who knows all our secrets.
As sins are exposed and lies unravel, one thing becomes apparent.
The game isn’t over.
And the rules are written in blood.
Whips and Chains is the second book in the Saint View Murder Squad trilogy and cannot be read as a standalone. Start the series with book 1, X’s and O’s. This book contains dark themes that may trigger some readers.
Triggers - This list is extensive and the degree of severity for each trigger will vary from minor to major. Triggers may not relate to this book, but to later books in the series.
Sexual assault, slut shaming, gay slurs, gangs, graphic violence, sexually explicit scenes, claustrophobia, suffocation, fat shaming

Here's a taste of what's inside!
“I’m fat. Not beautiful.”
Whip paused, his fingers still buried inside me. “I fucking hate that you think you can’t be both.”
I blinked at him.
He leaned in and kissed me so damn hard I was sure my lips would be bruised tomorrow. His tongue demanded entrance, taking what he wanted, spinning my head in the process, his fingers finding the spot inside me that electrified my body.
I gasped, but his mouth swallowed the noise. He pushed me further, he and Levi now working together, their fingers moving in time, stroking, rubbing, sliding through my folds, taking me higher, pushing me toward the edge.
Whip’s lips moved from my mouth, dragging along my jaw, to the soft skin beneath my ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Violet. You can be both.”
His words broke something inside me.
He wasn’t telling me I wasn’t fat. I hated when people did that. I wasn’t blind. I knew that I was.
Whip was acknowledging what all of us already knew.
And telling me I was beautiful anyway.
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