My Protector | His Angel
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Loren is one of the best trauma surgeons in Manhattan. Killian is one of the most dangerous men in the world. They cross paths for the first time in ten years, and it's not how either of them expected. The money and power brought the danger. Now it's her turn to keep him safe.
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In the ten years that passed, I had not seen or spoken to Killian. The only reason I knew he was even still alive was because of the flowers he would send me every year on my birthday. The same note attached each year.
Happy birthday Doll.
-K
It all started on the day that I was accepted into Medical School. That same night he had sent an extravagant bouquet of roses and champagne. When I graduated from school and residency he did the same.
But I didn't receive them this year.
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