Moon Miller

I didn't regret it. Not one bit. I'd do it again if I had to. So why was I so messed up about it? After fifteen years, my secrets had finally caught up to me. After fifteen years of pretending, I'd snapped. I'd done the unthinkable for my brothers. I'd do it again. I'd do anything to protect my siblings, and yet I'd failed time and time again. My secrets found me. The tips of my fingers trembled, aching and begging to slice all the memories out of my body. My heart sank behind a metal cage, closing itself off from the world. And through it all, Officer Blake—the same officer who questioned me the night of the attack—just wouldn't leave me alone.

Emerson Blake

Grief was an all-consuming, constant leech of all things good in life. It left a hole in my heart and a constant ringing in my ears that never went away. I didn't adjust well to change. I couldn't handle loneliness. But suddenly, I was transferred to a new town, in a new house, where I knew nobody and nothing. Until I walked into Muffin Haven and saw him. Moon Miller, the same man I'd questioned six months prior. He had deep caverns for eyes and a soul so broken, my empty heart ached. And I'd stop at nothing to bring some light into his eyes.

Blood in the Glass is an MM hurt/comfort romance. It features a bi-awakening, a brat who loves to argue with his Daddy, and true soulmates in the form of a lighthouse beneath a moonlit sky. Oh, and don't forget the stained glass.

Contains mature themes.