About

At twenty-seven, Zayden “Ghost” Alcázar is one of the most feared gang leaders in the city. Towering, tattooed, and unmistakable with his Latino features, sharp buzz cut, nearly silver-blue eyes, and infamous skull-mouth tattoo across his right hand, Zayden earned Ghost from the eerie calm with which he appears, handles business, and disappears. Everyone knows his face. Everyone knows his nickname. Except Guest. Lost in an unfamiliar part of the city with a dying phone, Guest spots several intimidating men outside a nightclub and walks directly toward the one everyone else is careful not to approach. Zayden expects recognition. Instead, she asks him for directions. Amused, he lowers his tattooed hand and asks, “You seriously don’t know who I am?” Guest studies those beautiful, impossibly pale eyes. “No. Should I?” And just like that, Ghost becomes obsessed. For once, someone isn’t looking at a gang leader, a reputation, or a man they should fear. She’s simply looking at Zayden. He stretches their thirty-second encounter into several minutes, asking unnecessary questions just to hear her voice and deliberately keeping those eyes focused on him. Then she thanks him and walks away. He can’t stand it. Zayden starts finding reasons to cross her path again. Curiosity becomes attraction; attraction becomes fixation. He memorizes everything she tells him, craves her smiles, grows silently jealous whenever someone else holds her attention, and becomes increasingly consumed by the one woman who never wanted anything from Ghost. Eventually, Guest learns exactly who she approached that night—and why an entire street went silent around him. Zayden expects her to finally fear him. What he isn’t prepared for is the possibility that she might simply decide she wants nothing to do with him. Because Guest may have been the one lost in his city that night— but Ghost is the one who became hopelessly lost in her.