Death and Fire BWWM Dark Romance

Death and Fire BWWM Dark Romance

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What's love without tragedy? Xánur Helson, has many titles; son of death, vampire king, captain of the sentinels. None of those were important as mate. Something he cherished until one day, his mate left him without so much as a goodbye. His heart is twisted. His love is now hate. His words are bitter, hateful because she left, but now she's back. What will he do with all his rage? Lucinda Howell was an orphaned supe. She did her best to grow up and take part in the sentinel program. What she didn't expect was the fall in love with the captain and find her mate. He quickly became her everything; her love, home and family. What could have been stronger than that love shared that caused her to walk away from his arms? It doesn't matter now. Lucinda has returned broken and empty to come face to face with the festering hatred she created in the heart of the Son of Death. Will Xáne clear up the fog of hatred and take a good look at what Cin has become? (The rest of this story can be found on AMAZON)
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#1 Mystery | #1 Thriller | #1 Young Adult Have you ever known someone more than you know yourself? Known them so inside out that you could finish their sentences and know what they're thinking, just with a glance? That was Casey and I. We were the ultimate best friends. We knew more than we should about each other. I was hopelessly and undeniably in love with him. I still remember the day perfectly. I wish I could say there was something to hint that it was coming. There was nothing. I thought I knew everything about him. Apparently not. He killed himself and a part of me died along with him. He was dead, and so was I. Or, so I thought. ** Cover by Reachingformorex ** © 2017 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.

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