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#1 in Hunt 4/9/2020 #1 in sexscenes 6/6/2020 #8 in love 4/2/2020 #9 in new story 4/6/2020 Serenity's on the run from her possessive and controlling ex boyfriend who beats on her for fun.This young twenty two year old finds herself moving to Florida where the waters nice and the people are kind. An African American woman on the run from city to city hopes to finally call it quits in Naples FL with her half sister and her deceased mothers husband. Now she plans to live in Florida and try to live again. Try to live out the shadows and in the sun, well until she meets a dangerous inked guy name Dominic Reed. Dominic was your average twenty eight year old heartbreaker all around playboy. He has the cars ,the house the bitches and the job. He owned the most famous bar and garage in Naples ,FL. Battling his demons he's having a hard time staying focus.He wasn't a nice guy at all. He was someone you wanted to stay clear from and that's exactly why Serenity was in all this because she didn't listen , she didn't stay away from the ink covered man she was strangely attracted to. Two lost souls in one GIANT city.
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Trigger Warnings: Abuse, Intense Taboo, Romantic Themes, Family Secrets, Burnville was a corpse on the coast, stinking of salt, fish-guts, and rot. Ten years in prison and Wayne Thorne stepped into another cage-faces all slack-jawed, eyes too close, cousins breeding cousins till the whole town looked born from the same busted womb. No TV, no phones, just rotting nets, sinking boats, druglords stacking bricks of poison in freezers that smelled like slaughter. Over it all, the cult's leader kept girls locked in cellars, fattened for trade, while the gold-toothed boss came grinning to claim them. That's where Wayne saw them. Burnville women that have been marked. The mongrels wanted to breed them hollow, the cult wanted their blood, the druglords already had them in his teeth-but they looked at Wayne like he might be the monster to tear them out. ⚠️ This one is 18+ only. It's meant to hurt, meant to break you a little. I won't draw a line for you this time. Step in if you dare... but don't expect to leave clean.

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