I Am Tabitha Bleu

I Am Tabitha Bleu

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A girl who never knew her past will never know her future. Tabitha Bleu, an executioner of paranormal creatures for Reapers Incorporated, must learn this the hard way. She has no past, aside from Reapers Inc. and Grimm, who'd taken her in as a baby. Now, Tabitha is much older. She's skilled in combat. She's wise in tactics. But she doesn't play well with others. Usually, her I-can-do-this-myself attitude is no big issue... until a sexy stranger steps into the picture claiming to be her new partner. But this man is clearly hiding something. He knows more than he shares, and Tabitha intends to find out exactly what. But can she do it without falling in love?
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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