A Soul's Caress: Breathe
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  • Reads 2,263
  • Votes 486
  • Parts 28
  • Time 4h 54m
Ongoing, First published Apr 26
Mature
2 new parts
Zayne Matthews is looking for someone to save him. His visions of a serial killer are pulling him deeper into a world of darkness he no longer has the strength to fight against. Detective Bodie Hale is looking for someone to save. His haunted past isolates him from the people who love and care about him, imprisoning his heart behind icy walls no one can break through.
	But fate has plans for them. It will bring Bodie and Zayne together in a collision of emotions, forcing them to face their deepest fears. Their broken hearts will start to mend as they fight for a chance to have the one thing they thought they'd never find...LOVE. And not just any love. A love brought to life through A Soul's Caress.
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