Retribution

Retribution

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After years of torment and pain, I'm just a shadow of the woman I once was. Even now, after months of freedom, the lingering aches of broken bones, and the memories of unspeakable horrors still keep me from living a life of peace. While I try my best to put back all the broken pieces, the last thing I need is another man-or so I thought. Jake is one of Hollywood's hottest, most popular actors. He's the kind of man a woman like me should avoid at all costs. But his determination to prove to me that happiness is more than just a shattered dream slowly starts to break down my defenses, and I start to hope that I might still be able to find love. Unfortunately, with a painful history like mine, hoping for a better future can turn out to be a huge mistake-especially when the demons of your past refuse to let you go.
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Twelve years ago, he drove away with my heart in his hands. I've moved on since then. Or so I thought. Growing up in a small town, there weren't too many options when it came to friends. But, even in a sea of a million, I'd always choose Jake Jameson. I felt safe with him. Safe with my secrets, my dreams and eventually - my heart. I thought we'd have forever together. That was a long time ago. I thought I'd forgotten those piercing blue eyes and the sound of his laugh. I tried to obliterate the memory of his touch from my mind. But, one single glance, as he stands at my door, twelve years later, and I'm suddenly transported back to a simpler time when love was easy, and my heart was whole. The problem? I'm marrying his best friend.

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