The Blood Enchantment

The Blood Enchantment

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Desiree is dying from Non-Hodgkin lymphoma. A cancer. Ash is her best friend. Her protector. He will do anything to see her alive again. Desiree just wants to live. Ash can grant that wish but at what cost? Desiree will be bound to him forever. She just wants to live. She'll do anything. That little dilemma isn't stopping her now. He saves her with a deadly kiss and she lives. And it's great at first. Then he falls for her. Their bind bringing her closer to him as he is to her. But then he comes along and sweeps her off her feet. Bound to one boy while loving another, Desiree is torn. Who to chose?
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