Blue Diamond Chronicle

Blue Diamond Chronicle

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She's a peasant with a secret. He's a knight with a scarred past. She is the key to the kingdom's survival. He's supposed to protect her. She hates him. He hates her. This will make one great adventure. Rose lives in the falling apart village known as Millersworth. Where every one is as sinful as the devil himself and is as hungry as the dead. Where women can barely leave their home because of the kidnappers. Where you don't step outside your door without a weapon. In her tiny shack she calls home she lives with her wolf Tyra and her blind and crippled grandmother. Her parents died protecting her from robbers. She barely makes enough money to keep them both alive. Yet she has a secret no one except her and her grandmother know about. They call it blue. The blue diamond. Lately the blue is slowly being replaced with gray, then black. Zander has wished of being a guard since he could wish. He's been wielding a king's sword for eight years and is ready to put it to good use. He knows the kingdom is falling apart and wants to change it. That's when he hears about the Blue diamond. The diamond that could save the kingdom. That's what his mission is. To get it at all cost.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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