"This is so wrong." The throaty moan escaping her lips is enough to take president over the words that were strangled and choked through her moan. "I know." I did know, I knew from the first day I laid eyes on the girl, twelve years younger than me but still she has me weak at the knees for her. I'm losing myself. Two women, Gemma and Violet. A cop and a delinquent, both with haunting pasts and a lust that cannot go unnoticed and demands to be fed. A past horror, a past lover and the judging eyes of those around them. They are left to feel broken, Hurt, Burnt, Scarred, Hopelessly in love, And; Shattered.