The person I was yesterday, is not the one I am today. I'm lost, stolen.
My captor has plucked me from my life and made me his wife. But I don't remember the wedding dress, the scent of the bouquet, the sound of the music, the kiss. I don't remember saying, "I do".
My husband insists I'm his forever. He'll never let me go...unless it's death that parts us.
What will it take to get my life back? How much pain can I endure? Am I ready to let out my final breath in exchange for my freedom?
*This series contains sexual content, dark themes, and violence that could trigger emotional distress in readers.*
This book was previously titled Midnight Storm (Amour Toxique Book 2).
EXCERPT FROM BOOK
I watch you sleep at night, coiled up tight, a rosebud on a bed of silk. I long to dip a finger between your petals, deep enough to awaken you from your sleep, to feel you tighten against my flesh.
Rosebud, I'm dying to steal you back from your dreams, to bring each of your petals to my lips and kiss them one by one, to taste the drops of rain clinging to your skin. But you're fragile yet, so broken, and I refuse to settle for less than the best of you.
So I choose to wait and bide my time until you're ready to let me in. Until you realize I'm not the scorching sun, but your morning dew.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
My captor has plucked me from my life and made me his wife. But I don't remember the wedding dress, the scent of the bouquet, the sound of the music, the kiss. I don't remember saying, "I do".
My husband insists I'm his forever. He'll never let me go...unless it's death that parts us.
What will it take to get my life back? How much pain can I endure? Am I ready to let out my final breath in exchange for my freedom?
*This series contains sexual content, dark themes, and violence that could trigger emotional distress in readers.*
This book was previously titled Midnight Storm (Amour Toxique Book 2).
EXCERPT FROM BOOK
I watch you sleep at night, coiled up tight, a rosebud on a bed of silk. I long to dip a finger between your petals, deep enough to awaken you from your sleep, to feel you tighten against my flesh.
Rosebud, I'm dying to steal you back from your dreams, to bring each of your petals to my lips and kiss them one by one, to taste the drops of rain clinging to your skin. But you're fragile yet, so broken, and I refuse to settle for less than the best of you.
So I choose to wait and bide my time until you're ready to let me in. Until you realize I'm not the scorching sun, but your morning dew.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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