Guardian Angel

Guardian Angel

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Summary: Young, emancipated Kava Gallop is tugged into a world that she was unaware even existed. She finally meets the man who owns the jade green eyes that haunt her dreams and thoughts: Gabriel. She soon learns new facts about Gabriel, including what he is, but then there are the big, bulky men who seemed to have taken an interest in her as well. While her body screams danger, her mind shouts curiosity. In the end, her mind wins and the more time she spends with these boys, the more interesting and secretive they get. How does Kava react when she learns that her new love and her new friends are at war with each other? How does she react when she learns that she is the reason why it started? The war of Angels and Demons. Copyrighted 2015 © by Lydia Stephenson
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Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

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