Sober the Truth

Sober the Truth

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Homeless girl meets rich boy. How? Fate. Love conquers all, but you need to launch the initiative. Will he? Or will he let her go, one too many times?
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WARNING: THIS BOOK IS CUTE, HOT, SWEET, SEXY, ROMANTIC, MUSSY, DRAMATIC, EMOTIONAL, INTENSE. Beware. EXTRACT (SUMMARY BELOW): “Like father, like son” The truth of the words hit me then. A cruel smile caught up with me. Somewhere at the back of my head, I couldn’t believe what I had just said, but I refused to let the guilt creep into me. If I called him huge before, I didn’t know what I should be calling him now. His entire six and a half foot frame began expanding animistic-ally. Charging like an angry bull, he reached me in two long strides. His eyes budging in fury. As suddenly as he started, he stopped. “You said what?” “Monster” I whispered back. But unwillingly my eyes dropped on the floor. No he did not scare me, but I could not bring myself to look into his eyes after what I just said to him. Nonetheless, he was a monster. Next thing I know, his large rough hands pulls my waist to his torso. Shocked, I looked at him. My eyes flared at his, my eyebrows raised in aftershocks. I flinched at his touch, but his arm kept me in place. I couldn’t no longer read his eyes. He used his free arm to grip my chin and pull it until my neck stretched back, until I looked directly at him. “Say that again” he repeated. ***########*** Curiosity kills the cat. She had never expected the cost of peeking into a stranger’s room to be her freedom. Rosaline James was what we might call a goody-two-shoe. Her dream trip to England gives her more than she bargained for. Fun, excitement she was expecting, but what she never expected was to fall under the mercy of a monstrous possessive billionaire. Nathan Hamilton. She is certain that dangerous trip to London and back to America under the ruthless Hamilton heir would make her experience heights of hatred. But yet why does it feel like she has instead found the key to love? --------------------- FOLLOW ME TO HAVE ACCESS TO THE ENTIRE BOOK.

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