The Chalet (Completed)

The Chalet (Completed)

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Unable to focus on writing her new book, Danielle left the city. She only needed to go away for a few weeks and thought this was the perfect place. A calm, isolated, wooden house, where she could finally concentrate and write. Unfortunately, she didn't expect things to go the way they did. After spending some time there and meeting her new, handsome neighbor, things take an unexpected turn. Writers, and artists in general, are often tortured beings, seeking perfection and emotions in their art. But sometimes, artists can be disturbed by others, and not only by their own dark thoughts. Expect chaos, murder, drama, sex, love, intensity and more. Mature content!!! (For those who are wondering, "chalet" is a French word to describe a small wooden house, often in the mountain.)
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I felt him before I saw him. The air shifted, heavy and electric, and then he was there - filling the doorway of my shop like he owned it. Like he owned me. His eyes dragged over me slowly, deliberately, until my skin burned. I told myself to look away, to breathe, to move - but my body betrayed me. Lucien stepped closer, the scent of smoke and danger clinging to him. He reached out, brushing a single petal from my shoulder, his fingers grazing my skin as if testing how easily I'd break. "You hide behind flowers," he murmured, voice low enough to curl around my spine. "But I see the truth. You're trembling for me." My lips parted, but no words came. My pulse thundered, my knees weak, and still I couldn't step back. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "You don't know it yet, Dahlia," he whispered, "but you're already mine." Dahlia Hart lives a quiet life running her late father's flower shop a haven of color and calm in a world she keeps at arm's length. But one night changes everything. She witnesses a brutal crime, and in doing so, catches the attention of a man who doesn't tolerate witnesses. A man who doesn't let go. Lucien Moretti is cold, dominant, and untouchable a man who built his empire on control, fear, and precision. When he learns that the only person who saw what happened is the daughter of a man who once betrayed him, his interest turns personal. Dahlia is no longer just a threat. She's a loose end. A legacy. A possession waiting to be claimed. But Dahlia isn't as fragile as she seems. And Lucien, for all his cruelty, finds himself drawn to her innocence in ways he didn't expect. What begins as a hunt becomes something darker an obsession. One that blurs the line between protection and possession, desire and domination. This is my first book I hope you like it 🤗

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