Broken Heartbeats (Marko X OC)

Broken Heartbeats (Marko X OC)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Aug 11, 2026
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Rachel Mercer is kicked out of her home and forced to move to the murder capital of the world, Santa Carla, California. Her best friend Susan is quick to take her in, but what she wasn't expecting was four wild bikers to turn her world upside down. Marko, the youngest appearing of the group, was drawn to her in a way he couldn't describe, an electric feeling surging between them that could only be described as perfect. Marko doesn't want to let her go, and he'll do anything to have her. Anything.
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FINISHED AND COMPLEATED Santa Carla is a city that devours the lost-a place where neon and ocean fog hide monsters with fanged grins and leather jackets. Innocence here isn't just prey; it's bait. She's nineteen, a psychology student fleeing a suffocatingly religious home, more at ease with books and girls than the chaos of boys. She's awkward and anxious, hiding her curves and wild red hair beneath baggy hoodies, a sweet soul with a stubborn streak. She's never had a boyfriend-never wanted one. Boys are loud, brash, dangerous. She's always kept her distance. But Santa Carla has other appetites. And so does he. David is every warning ever whispered at Sunday school: platinum hair, leather and smoke, a villain's eyes and a devil's smile. He's everything she fears: When their worlds collide-her stumbling, blushing, apologizing; him amused, predatory, intrigued by a girl who should know better-the night itself sharpens its teeth. There's something in her that calls to David, a purity he aches to corrupt, a sweetness he aches to taste. In Santa Carla, desire is deadly and monsters always find their prey. Some call it the murder capital of the world. Here, even the sweetest blood can drive a vampire mad.

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