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His lips - oh, Jace's lips beckoned me in ways that shouldn't have been possible. I lost any ability to think logically when I fantasized about his savory kiss. My world was crumbling, my sisters were hunted, my death was inevitable; but, when his lips met mine, that collision overshadowed all else.

Getting screwed over backstage by my married ex tears my heart into a million tiny pieces. I live in my pointe shoes, not even my ex can taint my love for ballet. And then my whole world changes when I notice the smoldering gaze....

Neverland has a way of breaking people. It corrupts souls. It destroys hope. The evil festering inside it brings out the darkness in our hearts and leaves us worse than dead. No good has ever come from it. Ever. It is where I was born. Therefore, darkness is all I know. Corruption is in my bones. So when I see him, I mean to win his heart and then break him. I mean to lure him to my arms and then destroy him.

If the king loses his head, then the Queen with a Bleeding Heart would rule the Red Court until Time ceased to move forward. When a second carried on for infinity, every creature in Wonderland would tip their Hat to the misfit girl with a Boy's name (or was it a boy with a Girl's name?) who'd end the Reign of Terror. However, it all hinged on the One-Eyed Hare being able to convince an uninspirable Heir that the impossible was indeed possible - like stopping time - and that Love was worth a Beheading.

Gwyneth's chronicle began long before she witnessed her family being brutally murdered and lost her sight. Living as an orphan, her world is anything but black and white. She sees her vivid future that promises suffering and death. Cursed with these visions, Gwyneth pretends to be like everyone else, until a dangerously charismatic young man walks into her life. From the moment Jace lays eyes on her, he refuses to believe Gwyneth is normal. He knows information about her past that only a psychopathic stalker could dig up.

"Evil poisons everyone. Period. Our mouths water when we sink our teeth into what we have always craved. Surrendering to our desires by biting off a delectable piece of the forbidden fruit is nothing more than a meager confession: Poison tastes sinfully sweet. #SnowWhiteLies" - Confessions of the Big Apple Debutante, by blogger Miss Snow White.

Our love is imperfect in the most perfect way. It is love done our way. Raw. Unconventional. Sexy as hell. More importantly, it is honest to the core...Or so I think. One little white lie shouldn't do so much damage. Yet, it changes me forever.