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Reputation's Eden (Book 5) بقلم marcyswales17
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"Let me make something clear-being the center of my attention is not a safe place to be." For a moment, the words hung like a blade between them. Rose only tilted her chin, her lips curving with dangerous playfulness. She lifted her head just enough to steal a kiss, soft and fleeting, before his glare could stop her. When she pulled back, her smile deepened, eyes glittering with defiance. "I love being the center of your attention." Rose DiMaggio should not be drawn to a man like Saint. He's a silent, dangerous prisoner in a psychiatric ward-watchful, controlled, and utterly uninterested in reassuring anyone. Rose is sharp enough to know better and reckless enough not to care. His silence irritates her. His attention hooks her. The spark between them is immediate and unmistakably wrong. When they discover they belong to rival mafia families, staying away becomes a matter of survival. They are not safe together. They are not meant to work. And yet, they choose each other-again and again-knowing the cost. Because some souls aren't redemptive. They're destructive. And neither of them wants saving.
After بقلم imaginator1D
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Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.
Untouched ✔ بقلم _salacious
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"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14