![]() However, if she stays under the neon lights and pulsing music, then her heart bleeds red as a rose, losing Dane. If Alma turns from being a modern-day siren, then her heart aches to save her brother. The gentlemen who frequent its indulgent atmosphere have no time for fairytales. There was something there and her heart wanted inside.īut it's always midnight in The Savage Garden. ![]() Alma saw something else, though, in dark green eyes, like emeralds uncut and un-polished. Scars marred his body like thorns, keeping people at bay. He wore his insecurities and sorrows like a beastly mask, but she wasn't afraid. ![]() Until, suddenly, her heart strains for control. While men fulfill their wildest dreams on her, Alma is rooted to the ground. Collars and all.Īlma Michaels is one of the wildflowers of this savage garden, Dressed in luxury every night, she feigns innocence so that the real innocent of her life, her disabled brother, can live with her and not at a medical facility. ![]() The lights here create a fantasy club for the wealthy, where men can play out their fetishes of taming foxes, leopards, and swans. But the lights here aren't part of the red-light district. Hers was a tale as old as time, a woman selling herself for the money. The lights here are all dark and vixens pull men into the shadows. ![]()
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