LEARNING TO LOVE A ROGUE. (A Passionate Romance)

LEARNING TO LOVE A ROGUE. (A Passionate Romance)

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Fear is all Sarah Rosenwal has ever known, and Maximus Castlemaine is everything she fears. Scars from her past have yet to fade when mist of dark lies and darker deception begin to gather around her. And the only path that leads out is through the arms of a Rogue. But where her mind tells her he is far more dangerous a bet, her heart whispers another. Maximus has put countless hearts to fear, but the sight of it in a pair of green eyes pure as virgin Jades changes something vital in him. He yearns to be the one to chase her fears away. Burns to see her melt at his fevered touch, his heated kisses. But for his every step forward, she takes two back. As secrets and betrayals rage, Maximus is done waiting for the dice of fate to roll in his favour. Sarah will be his. He would carve his path through hell to her, but she will be his.
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