About the book
She kissed him back passionately…the only way she knew how to kiss him. As she spit every bar with all the passion she could muster, the stage floor began to feel like she was walking on air. Pounding on the front door made Zen’s heart jump in her chest, followed by a violent stabbing at the doorbell. “What the fuck?” Cha rushed to the door, grabbing her pistol from her purse along the way. “Hurry up!” they heard a woman’s voice screaming, full of fear. As the crews finally got separated, Zen couldn’t even be mad at her mom for the way she reacted.