**Includes BONUS content, Trifecta as the introduction** Snake Hell is ruled by a queen. She wears stilettos like a boss, fishnets like a porn star, and carries weapons like makeup. She crashed into my life at the absolute worst time, because life's a bitch like that. But there's no way I'm letting her leave. She's bat-shit crazy, and she's mine. Correction, she's ours. Because I'm not sure how long I can give her. But she belongs to us now. The bad guys are coming, not only for all of us, but for her too. Her situation I can deal with, it's our mess that's the problem. I just have to keep her out of trouble long enough to fix it. How do you tame the Queen Of Hell? You save her. That's what I'm doing. Raven I have rules. 1. Don't get attached. 2. Wear the right heels. 3. Don't. Trust. Anyone. That all went to hell when my life collided with the men of The Program. It seems if one isn't threatening me, the other wants to save me. Everything was fine. Until it wasn't. I used to have control. When Snake got a hold of me, it seemed control took a permanent vacation with no forwarding number. That's just fine. He's handed me carte blanche to use him. I'll use him alright, I'll let him think he's the knight in shining armor riding in to save me. Beware Snake Priest, the Queen Of Hell will always burn the Priest. **For mature audiences only. It is a bit dark and slightly twisted, a heart pounding rollercoaster ride right from the start. MFM. MMF, MMFFMM