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The Blood & Roses Series - 1: Deviant & Fracture

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DEVIANT Sloane I'm not proud of the things I've done. The things I've had to do. The things I've given away. but I'd give it all over again to find her. Even if I die trying, I have to find Alexis. Zeth She wants me to help her, But I won't. She wants me to save her sister, But I can't. She wants me to be her hero, But I'm not a good man. I am her damnation. FRACTURE Zeth Mayfair is pretty much the very last thing I need in my life. And yet with every breath I take he becomes more engrained in every aspect of it: He has a key to my house. He knows where I work. He dumped his strange, mentally traumatized housemate on my doorstep and has driven off into the sunset in search of my missing sister. I want to forget him. Want to change the locks and blot out his face, scourge his very name from my memory. The problem is that I also need him. I need him more than I need air to breath, and I can’t be without him now. He owns me. He torments me. He’s fractured me.

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The Blood & Roses Series - 1: Deviant & Fracture, Callie Hart

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2014
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Titel
The Blood & Roses Series - 1: Deviant & Fracture
Sprache
Englisch
Autor*innen
Callie Hart
Erscheinungsdatum
2014
Einband
Paperback
Seitenzahl
304
ISBN10
0992597129
ISBN13
9780992597122
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Beschreibung
DEVIANT Sloane I'm not proud of the things I've done. The things I've had to do. The things I've given away. but I'd give it all over again to find her. Even if I die trying, I have to find Alexis. Zeth She wants me to help her, But I won't. She wants me to save her sister, But I can't. She wants me to be her hero, But I'm not a good man. I am her damnation. FRACTURE Zeth Mayfair is pretty much the very last thing I need in my life. And yet with every breath I take he becomes more engrained in every aspect of it: He has a key to my house. He knows where I work. He dumped his strange, mentally traumatized housemate on my doorstep and has driven off into the sunset in search of my missing sister. I want to forget him. Want to change the locks and blot out his face, scourge his very name from my memory. The problem is that I also need him. I need him more than I need air to breath, and I can’t be without him now. He owns me. He torments me. He’s fractured me.