The Blame Game

The Blame Game

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It's not often a carnival comes to the town of Deadwood. But when it does, Charity and her friends make the most of it. Until one particular carnival turns out to be everything other than fun. As the group of friends find themselves in ever increasingly horrific situations, they must try to discover who is behind it all, and manage to escape the carnival with their lives. As their families pasts catch up with them, terrifying secrets from centuries ago are revealed, but will they be able to get past it all and continue working together to escape, or split up and face the terrors alone?
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Raven Rodriguez has grown up a normal life with the future of the mafia looming over her back. A new guy moves to her school and seems to make it his mission to torment her. Raven has no clue why, at first she hated it, she hated him, but then she realised that something else was between them. A strong desire for one another. When Raven discovers Hunters biggest secret, the door is opened into the world of Mafia far sooner than she had planned. What happens in this exciting, thrilling, sexy world of the mafia as a young women, just trying to survive, just trying to find out who she is. ----- Chapter 1: I turned to go sit down when I caught someone watching from the corner of my eye. He was staring at me with an expression of pure hatred. I stared back. I must admit, even with such a nasty look on his face, he was rather attractive. His powerful arms were crossed, the unzipped leather jacket tight around the biceps. I could just make out dark tattoos poking out of the white collar of his uniform, brushing against his sharp jawline. His dark brown hair, do dark it was nearly black, looked as if he had sat in front of the mirror styling it, or perhaps he had just got out of bed. Still, as I turned to sit, I couldn't help but feel as if those deep, storm blue eyes were still watching me, burning a hole in my back. I didn't know his name, but the look he gave me made me feel as if he knew everything, and I mean everything about me. Word count: 90,000 warnings: mature themes and violence

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