![]() He knew he could kill her, no doubt about it. ![]() He’d got out of the habit of hoping a long time ago. Hope it made people foolish, made them believe in something beyond reality. She’d tried to fight, tried to be brave, tried to hurt him, maybe even kill him. His fingers found her wrist her heartbeat was fluttering like a birds. She looked like a porcelain doll: big blue eyes, chocolate hair and creamy white skin breakable beautiful, something that he wasn’t meant to touch with his scarred, brutal hands. Subscribe to Cora’s newsletter to find out about her next books, bonus content and giveaways! ( )Ĭover design by Romantic Book Affairs Design ![]() All names, characters, businesses, events and places are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. ![]() This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. ![]()
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