Naughty or NiceBruce Carter was an ordinary man living an unremarkable life. The kind of man people forget five minutes after meeting him. Until the night his wife left him. "I'm sorry, but you're just boring, Bruce."At first the silence was unbearable and then it wasn't. Two angelic voices invaded the edge of his thoughts. One was soft and nurturing, the other smooth and dangerous. They called themselves Grace and Nadia.
Each with a very different vision for helping him. Grace urged him toward order and kindness. Nadia oozed indulgence, and lust. Each claimed to love him. And Bruce tried hard to listen. His days were spent jumping between Naughty and Nice, until he could no longer tell one from the other and if the girls were helping him or driving him insane. The only problem was, by then, Bruce couldn't tell what the truth was.
Naughty or NiceBruce Carter was an ordinary man living an unremarkable life. The kind of man people forget five minutes after meeting him. Until the night his wife left him. "I'm sorry, but you're just boring, Bruce."At first the silence was unbearable and then it wasn't. Two angelic voices invaded the edge of his thoughts. One was soft and nurturing, the other smooth and dangerous. They called themselves Grace and Nadia.
Each with a very different vision for helping him. Grace urged him toward order and kindness. Nadia oozed indulgence, and lust. Each claimed to love him. And Bruce tried hard to listen. His days were spent jumping between Naughty and Nice, until he could no longer tell one from the other and if the girls were helping him or driving him insane. The only problem was, by then, Bruce couldn't tell what the truth was.