"To purge her, to reclaim the lifeblood she’s leeched away. . . I’d entertain the darkest of deeds."
Armed with nothing more than a bottle of wine as a vessel of valor, Gwen is hell-bent on exposing the rot festering beneath the veneer of her meticulously crafted life, proving once and for all that when it comes to avenging the bonds of marriage . . . she’s more than willing to dig two graves.
The Names He Calls Me is a dark, biting narrativethat flirts dangerously with the brink of violence and eroticism. Imagine a literary concoction laced with a sharp twist, crafted by a narrator whose flaws are as captivating as they are unrepentant. It’s the kind of story that will offer you a drink, crack a joke, then make off with your heart—and your car keys—while your back is turned.
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