Shatter By Micheal Jameson

Shatter By Micheal Jameson

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Mirrors are precarious objects; they reflect, depict and describe an accurate representation of something else. Funny really that I should choose such a word to describe myself and yet it fits me perfectly. An imitation is something I am not, I have never merely imitated nor have I mimicked for that matter. Facade would be closer to what I am though like most masks facades slip often revealing person beneath them which I have yet to do. No, mirror is my true reflection. This is not your typical fairy tale romance, deceit and betrayal feature heavily in this dark and twisted romance, follow Erin's tale as her demons catch up with her, will Alexander be able to see past the darkness surrounding her or will love fail. Warning this book contain adult sexual content, (strictly 18+) and is not suitable for younger readers. You have been warned
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Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death. Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth. I am useful, never loved. I am used, never thanked. I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted. I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness. I have accepted my designed fate. Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing? What will happen if I give in...and love? What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life... Worlds End. RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and over

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