Book Description
"This is Beast. Beast is the size of a Volkswagen and has an impossible amount of buds and blooms. Beast also has thorns. But if you can sneak close enough to catch a whiff, and avoid the gnarly thorns, you'll be ruined for all the other roses for the rest of your life. The sweetest, most addictive scent amongst the thorns." That's what mom told my little sister and I once. She led us close enough to look but no further as she spoke of her favorite rosebush that she had affectionately named Beast.That was a long time ago. These days I know another Beast. A different kind of wild, untamed thing. He too is dangerous to get too close to. It's unfortunate that I can't afford to care, not when he's the key to finding my sister. They called him The Beast of Boston when he was a professional boxer. Now he rules over a bunch of criminals-the same criminals I hope will lead to my sister. I won't stop until she's found. I'll get as close to Beast as it takes, gnarly thorns and all. The problem is I'm so busy worrying for my own physical safety that I never considered how my heart would behave. Mom was right about one thing: I am ruined for all the roses for the rest of my life and it's much too late to change it now.
