So bloody sweet, I'll give you tooth decay.



Call off the search party, here I am. Candy Crystal is back for another round with my Gambler's Monarchs. And don't be mistaken, they are mine. All mine.



With the Monarchs fractured, I need to use my best moves to bring the whole biker gang back home. My best moves being reverse cowgirl, the upside down corkscrew, and the underestimated cupid's arrow. Unfortunately, my appeal doesn't stretch as far as the stray who has latched onto one of my men. A charming, cunning killer to be exact.



This house isn't big enough for the two of us. I'm a bitch who knows her way around a bone, so this slutty snake had better watch her back. Did I also mention she's trying to kill me? Unless Angus and I get to her first.



The Monarchs may be blind but I know an assassin when I see one. Some say I'm delusional, others use the term disturbingly obsessive. I prefer protective, and the Candy Crusher isn't my sole possession anymore. The claws are out, the game is on.



Contains mature themes.