Conflicted

Conflicted

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Alexis Morningstar had always had a big heart and a wild streak always bringing strays home. Everything changes when she finds and brings home a man who would eventually claim her heart. Not knowing anything about his past, Mr Stranger is sure of one thing. Alexis is the woman for him. But things don't always turn out the way we want them to. The Morningstar siblings are not who they claim to be. Or are they? Secrets are revealed. Dark forces threaten to tear apart the love he has just found. Love and loyalties will be tested. Alexis finds herself caught in the middle of it all. Torn between family and the person she loves. Will her love be enough to save them all or doom them? ************************************************************ " I want you," he said his voice husky and clipped. "Take me," I found myself saying.
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