Jewelry designer Sloane dreams of launching her own custom line—but she needs a Christmas miracle to pull it off. With traditional banks turning her down left and right, she can’t resist when a mysterious stranger offers her a lifeline. He’s captivated by her artistic vision and wants to fly her out to an ultra-luxurious Swiss ski resort for a meeting. Reluctantly, Sloane agrees—only to realize she’s met him before in a New York bar. Was their encounter part of his plan all along?

It all began with letters. Every word he wrote etched itself into my mind, into my soul. I had no choice but to fall in love with him. Was it really so bad that the letters were part of a pen pal program, sent from a penitentiary? Or that they weren't really addressed to me? It's not as if he'd ever find out the truth. It's not as if I'd ever get to look those eyes that are as blue as the sky over his ranch he left behind. Or that I'd ever get to feel his work-roughened hands dominating my body as he does my fevered dreams.

It was a sinister game of submission. The Hunt. She’d run. I’d chase. And when I caught her… Primal. Untamed. Merciless. I’ve been watching her. Stalking her. I will become the beast from her darkest fantasies. Hunting her from behind a stag’s mask made of bone. Preying on her secret need for primal play.

Twelve years ago, Maven Blackthorn fled her small hometown, leaving behind the wreckage of her mother’s suspicious death. In New York City, she built a new life—one without the shadows of the past and the whispers of “witch” that always haunted her. But now, drawn back for her grandmother’s funeral, Maven and her daughter, Bea, step onto Blackthorn soil once more, only to find themselves thrust into a fresh nightmare: her grandmother’s body has vanished.

I fell for your lies, and you sucked me into your twisted game. You made me crave your taste, hungered for your full attention. I gave you everything, only for you to go ghost. You hollowed my heart, sending me into a spiral of self-destruction. Revenge found its way to replace you. Even if you're my new stepsister, I'll make sure hating me is your new addiction.