On Halloween night, Blackwood Farm opens its infamous adults-only corn maze for one reason: The Hunt. The rules are simple.
Enter willingly. Choose your limits. Wear the red ribbon that means catch me. And if one of the three masked men finds you before midnight, you surrender to whatever wicked pleasure you agreed to before stepping inside.
I expected a thrilling chase. A few filthy fantasies. Maybe one unforgettable stranger beneath the harvest moon. I didn’t expect three. The Reaper is silent, merciless, and obsessed with making me beg.
The Devil knows exactly how to turn pain into pleasure.
And the Scarecrow—the terrifying man everyone warned me about—doesn’t merely want to catch me.
He wants to keep me.
Now I’m trapped between towering stalks with three predators closing in, my ribbon burning against my wrist and desire betraying every instinct telling me to run. Each masked man wants a turn. Together, they plan to make this the longest, darkest, most sinful night of my life. The churchyard waits beyond the maze. Midnight is approaching. And once they finally catch me, we’re going to find out whether my screams are loud enough to wake the dead. Three masked hunters. One willing little prey. No escape until she uses her safe word—or begs them never to stop.