Sundown: Book Nine

If you ask Sundown if this is the end of the world? Maybe. Maybe not? The 'F' if he knows. The dark split side of a personality should never have to drive. But when the primary idiot in charge checks out with a shattered heart, what choice did I have? I've got to keep my shit together. I must keep Madness at bay. The Grid has fallen. And now everyone is counting on me. Can you hear me laughing hysterically where you are? And to make things even more complicated? I met her. Deja Bloom not only lost everything, but a blast took her sight. She somehow survived when I came along. Yes, I was grumpy and angry. Hello, when am I not? I saved her and had no choice but to drop her into the once secret world of The Grid. I'm sure she knows there's something not being said about me. But this woman is smart. But the last thing I want is her to find out my secret. But I'm not sure why it matters. Just that it does. The end of the world is knocking on humanities door. Sundown finally has a chance to taste a life of his own. But the piece Reno's left behind is shattered, cracked and spinning out of control. And somehow, some way, love is trying to slide through the mess in the form of a sharp-tongued woman wicked good at hitting him with a damn stick. If only he had the chance to fully claim the love she offers. Before it's snatched away.