Seven years is a long time to live behind the protection and safety of high thick walls. Kiera Mason is ready to re-enter society. Starting over with family she hardly knows, a new name, new city, new uncertainty of what her future holds. It’s never as easy as they say. Loss of everything she knows to be true, even who she is or was.
Jacob O’Malley local playboy, Harley riding, tattoo covered owner of a dive bar in downtown Charleston. Jake is content floating through life, bedding who he chooses, never committing. He has never been an emotional type, but when Whitney Anson’s cousin walks into the picture, Jake has met his emotional awakening in the blue eyes of Vivian Anson.
When hot-shot architect Alex West rolls into Charleston to work for Budreau Anson, Whitney decides she’ll let her “serviceman” Jake off the hook for cutting her off to pursue her cousin.
Alex West has no interest in Whitney and her superficial ways, he zeros in on Vivian.
Whitney Anson has been dethroned by her cousin Vivian, and the spoiled socialite isn’t having any of it. She’ll find a way be get what she wants even if it means creating havoc on the ones she holds near and dear. After all, she is the princess of Charleston, or so she thinks.
With all tragedies, they happen so fast, too fast to the point you doubt your own memories about the event. It’s never the same, you are never the same after tragedy strikes and you look death in the face and survive to tell your tale, especially when you look in the mirror and are reminded of the horror you endured.
Lies, secrets and superficial exteriors.
People have three faces, one you show the world, one you show your family and close friends, and your true face that you only show yourself.