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.