You might think you want to be a member-but trust me, this is one club you don't want to join. It's not a place where people go to live out their deepest, darkest sexual desires-there are no handcuffs or blindfolds. The 27 Club only admits those who die young and tragically. Having just lost my brother to the club, there is no doubt: I'm next. This is my destiny . . . and I was ready to yield. But then I met Nate. He awakened a sensuality in me that had never been explored, never satisfied. I knew then that I could no longer accept my destiny. Nate's presence controls me. I'm overwhelmed by his touch, his words; my every thought is consumed by desire. I believe he was brought into my life for a reason. Nate doesn't believe in destiny, but I do. And if there's a way to cheat it-I must.