Bitter Lemons (Dead Plate)
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!Warning: In this book, you may encounter vulgar words, gore - from which blood, wounds, and like. This is a completely fictional story. Please mind that while reading!
Things you will encounter in this book: stalking, obsession, aggression, blood, abuse, SA, grief, and homosexuality.
Vince, the phsycho obsessive vampire? Absolutely!
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Once something catches fire, there is no going back. Rody watched as the French bistro was engulfed in flames and smoke. It was as if the emotions were drained from him at that moment. Deciding to move on with his life and never look back was one of the few mistakes he had made.
Vincent, on the other hand, had survived the fire and the wound to his neck. Surprisingly, he didn't care so much that he might die. He cared about his restaurant and the reputation that was sure to come crashing down tonight. There was one goal. To find Rody. Regardless of what this step of his may lead to.
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