Her Demons of Passion

I took a deep breath and began to walk again. When I turned back around there he was, standing directly in front of me. I just stared as the night air stole my last breath. Everything about him was perfect. His suit pressed perfectly and fitted to his body as if it were made for him. The black material complimenting his build. His skin, flawless. His eyes, mesmerizing. The deepest shade of brown just before turning to black. I didn't dare look directly into them. I felt they would burn me if I did. My face became flushed and I couldn't think of a thing to say. His hand rose up to touch my arm and I stepped back. Thinking back, I dumped Janai's potion out for this very moment, the very potion that was to protect me from him. I knew this was what I needed to do. I needed to find him to find the answers to what was going on. To find the killer and clear my name before I was sent off to some god forsaken place for something I didn't do. I was determined to find out. I had to. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Dragged from her safe haven in Chicago, Emma was forced to live in paradise with her mother who was too busy living to be bothered by her and a father who was trying too hard to keep them all together. What Emma didn't know was she was about to be thrown into the middle of a series of murders that had her fingerprints all over them. All evidence points to her but even she is clueless as to what happened. People aren't who she thinks they are and she is the only one who can, or will, find the truth. The one man who links her to it all is the same man she cannot get enough of. Is he really trying to help her? Or is he the reason behind it all? Can she extinguish her passions for this man to solve the mystery?