Sadistically Sweet (Watty Awards Finalist 2012)

Sadistically Sweet (Watty Awards Finalist 2012)

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Haitlin Brookes had no idea her life would change forever after she saved a young girl from being hit. Her instincts told her not to trust the girl's father or to get into his truck, but his persuasive manner and sweet talk got her exactly where he wanted her. Haitlin must devise a plan to escape before she become a permanent member of this happy, sadistic family.
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