Damien Voss, New York's cold-blooded king of the trillion-dollar hedge funds, had a secret the world had forgotten—any living person who touched his skin would suffer cardiac arrest within 24 hours. At eight, his mother died in his arms from embracing him, and he'd lived in gloves, isolation suits, and bone-deep loneliness ever since, ruling Wall Street with cold tyranny. On a stormy night, indebted mortician makeup artist Elara Finch pushed Damien out of the way of an oncoming truck—bare hands touching the back of his neck. Twenty-four hours passed. She didn't die. The black curse mark that had spread across Damien's chest for eighteen years receded an inch for the first time, at the spot she'd touched. To survive, Damien locked her to him with a $20 million contract—she must touch him once every 72 hours, or the curse would consume his whole body. But The Hollow, a mysterious organization that had guarded the curse for 300 years, wouldn't allow it to be broken—because once Damien was free, they'd lose control of the Voss family's hundred-billion assets. When Elara discovered that the real reason she was immune to the curse was shockingly connected to Damien's mother's death, the deal turned into a forbidden love affair betting on two lives.
