Forbidden
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Dernière publication mer., avr. 19, 2023
A forbidden love story between a brooding, dark immortal assassin and his ever-reincarnating soulmate, who is killed in every life before they can truly be together.
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What would you do if the hooded man you've been dreaming of since you were 7 showed up out of nowhere, claiming to be your soulmate? That he was immortal and you had been re-incarnated over a hundred times.
That's exactly where Aurora finds herself. He was the perfect predator, seemingly dark and light and the same time. He knew the playing field when it came to her. He seemed to just know her in a way she never thought possible.
From the first moment, she was instantly drawn to him like a moth to a flame, but she could never place why. What she didn't know was that he felt her connection, too, and it was a bond tethering both of them through eons of time and space.
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Excerpt:
"I want to know, Quinn." Her eyes fluttered up to his face, half expecting to be able to see him, but as always, he was hidden. Quinn's breath hitched at the sound of his name on her tongue, and he made a low noise.
"This is the first time you said my name." His voice had gotten softer, gentler. Maybe it was the adrenaline from the pain, or perhaps it was some primal instinct, but she liked the effect she had on him.
Much to her internal protest, his gloved hand left her knee. However, it wasn't all a loss since it found a new home resting on her cheek. Aurora closed her eyes and leaned into his hand; her hand reached up to cover his own.
"Quinn." She let his name land on her lips, soft and slow, smiling just a little. Perhaps she was a bit of a brat, but she had been trapped by him for years. She thought it only fair that she get some of that power back. A low guttural groan emanated from the back of his throat, and he shifted his body closer to hers. His other hand rested on her thigh.
"Come with me."
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