Painted Lady by Piper Davenport

There’s a fine line between love and death, and I am that line.

Evangeline
My mother was my first pimp.
I was six.
To say my life has been a game of survive and adapt is an understatement.
But now some sexy-ass, glorified cater-waiter has walked into my life and messed with my perfectly crafted world and I need to find a way to walk him back out.
Permanently.

Shep
The media called me a hero.
The Department called me a shining example of Savannah’s fellowship of firefighters.
I just wanted to be left the fuck alone so I could cook.
After early retirement, I traded in my axe for a chef’s knife, convinced I was done putting out fires.
Little did I know that a brush with a beautiful but troubled woman was about to set my world ablaze.

Clarke
After years of devotion to the NYPD, I was out on my ass and blacklisted for doing the ‘right thing.’
Exiled to Shitville, USA, and sentenced to serve the remainder of my life as a small town sheriff, busting petty teenage criminals and meth heads.
However, when a pair of unsolved cases continues to haunt me, I’m drawn to what could be the biggest case of my career, but it could also cost me my soul.