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Malice

Lost Souls MC, Book 1

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Malice

De : Brooklyn Cross
Lu par : PJ Freebourn, Richard Brock, Nowhere Eternity, Audrey Obeyn
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My life had been a series of tragic events. When Snake stormed back into my world, I was forced to stare into his vengeful blue eyes and the word agony took on a whole new meaning.

Innocence is a funny word. It means something different for everyone, but for me it meant growing up far too young. It meant falling in love with a boy, and then having my heart ripped out of my chest in such a painful way that I never thought I’d recover.

That was until Avro came into my life. He helped me believe in humanity and goodness again, but most of all he helped me find myself. He urged me from the dark where I’d been hiding and piece by tiny piece my heart began to heal.

Being with Avro seemed like a fantasy, but when the fantasy became reality, it brought the complication of Jace. Jace Everly, Avro’s long-time friend and lover was a walking contradiction. To the world he was a rock star and wore his arrogance like a shield, but I quickly learned there was far more behind those silver eyes than the jerk that picked at my wounds. Jace saw me in ways that I tried to keep hidden, ways that terrified me.

Any nervousness over Avro or uncertainty of Jace seemed trivial when Kai, the boy I’d loved as a girl found me again as a woman. Kai was no longer the boy that melted my heart. He was now Snake, the walking embodiment of my nightmares.

Snake could be summed up in one word…vicious. Ten years in prison and inducted into a motorcycle club as an enforcer would do that to someone, but there was more to it than that. The anger, hurt and betrayal that we both felt burned white hot, and he was out for my blood.

I thought I knew fear, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the reaper of souls that came knocking on my door.

©2023 Brooklyn Cross (P)2025 Brooklyn Cross
Fiction criminelle Suspense romantique
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