Trust few, love all.

Trust few, love all.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Nov 27, 2020
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Action and Thriller
Buy this book. You can tell from its weight as it comfortably balances in your hand that it contains the correct amount of heroes, Villains, betrayal from the most unexpected people.. . Sex, love and loss accompany the reader throughout this novel and its at this point you need to ensure you have a secret supply of a soft red wine suitable for quaffing as needed plus a large supply of chocolate or ice-cream. I apologise in advance, but you will cry, laugh and thus, a few boxes of tissues should be strategically placed around your Preferred reading areas. Its the tale of a boy who grows into a man, he had finished school on a Friday at the tender age of 15 and commenced his first day as a firefighter just two days later. This same boy traversed through the study and careers of psychology, nursing, para-medicine, world travel while working, collecting awards, medals, yet the whole time seeking a soulmate that he can trust with his story and life. But.. . betrayal seems to comes from every corner of his life.. . That is all I can let you read.. . you are already convinced that you need to read the rest of the story.. . So, we will close this introduction section, and read on.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. &quot;Your tattoos are beautiful,&quot; she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. &quot;I'm going to take a shower,&quot; I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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