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Astronomical Dusk

Astronomical Dusk

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'What did you mean, before?' she asks. 'You said you're not like them?' 'Well, I'm not a liar, for starters. And I've never killed anyone.' - When Rachel Roxburgh finds out who her parents really are, it doesn't take her long to discover that *nobody* in her life is who they seemed. She suddenly has a sister--and now both of their lives are in danger. New to town, Mark Olsen opens Rachel's eyes. He's different and disarming, but he has a dark history that she won't find out about until it's too late.
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NOT HER!

I never planned to fall for a girl. Especially NOT HER! I was always straight! She was my childhood best friend, the girl my parents trusted, the girl I grew up sharing toothbrushes and boy secrets with. But the girl I reunited with in the same university wasn't the same person. She was different. Dark. Powerful. Untouchable. Addictive. She became. She had the whole campus trembling , drug rings, mafia ties, secrets too heavy to speak about. And somehow... she wanted me. I told myself I was straight. I told myself I had home training. I told myself I wasn't her. Until the night she touched me. And I let her. This is not a love story. This is a slow dying. A first person confession. And if you read long enough... you'll understand why I didn't survive her.

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