| Author: | Willow Madison | ISBN: | 9780996319188 |
| Publisher: | Willow Madison | Publication: | April 4, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Willow Madison |
| ISBN: | 9780996319188 |
| Publisher: | Willow Madison |
| Publication: | April 4, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
She doesn’t belong to you. She belongs with me.
TIDES TURN
Past entwines with present, and mysteries unravel. There is only one clear path for both hunter and prey. It comes down to love or hate, as it usually does.
SANDS SHIFT
She’s the growing obsession for two men—Simon Lamb can’t quench his desire for her; Miles Vanderson can’t sate his thirst. Fragile and fleeing or resilient and resisting—she’ll have to make up her mind before the decision is made for her.
One woman, many facets. One sacrifice may be one too many.
Excerpt:
The others don’t understand pain. They don’t get what it can be, what it can do. With the lash of a whip, I tear through the memories we five share and the darkest memories I keep to myself. I merge the feel of a new mark with ones I’ve worn in our past. I amplify the pain with the memories, adding fire to the fever of every sexual encounter, even the most vanilla.
It’s how we survived, how I thrived.
She doesn’t belong to you. She belongs with me.
TIDES TURN
Past entwines with present, and mysteries unravel. There is only one clear path for both hunter and prey. It comes down to love or hate, as it usually does.
SANDS SHIFT
She’s the growing obsession for two men—Simon Lamb can’t quench his desire for her; Miles Vanderson can’t sate his thirst. Fragile and fleeing or resilient and resisting—she’ll have to make up her mind before the decision is made for her.
One woman, many facets. One sacrifice may be one too many.
Excerpt:
The others don’t understand pain. They don’t get what it can be, what it can do. With the lash of a whip, I tear through the memories we five share and the darkest memories I keep to myself. I merge the feel of a new mark with ones I’ve worn in our past. I amplify the pain with the memories, adding fire to the fever of every sexual encounter, even the most vanilla.
It’s how we survived, how I thrived.
