I'd made the choice to survive Broken House. I'd chosen to live instead of taking the very obvious way out. At this point in my life, I shouldn't have been surprised that somehow living was more difficult than my previous ventures to find a way to die. I mean at least I had my men. Three kings. Three sexy, dominant shifters. What could go wrong with that? I mean really, what possible conflict could result in having six possessive, powerful men surrounding me at all times. I had no doubt that in true Louvre fashion the conflict would show itself at the most inconvenient time. Unfortunately, that wasn't all we had to worry about and the weight of our true situation was heavy and terrifying.
There was a lot we didn't know. I mean, had Mr. Black really given up that easily? Somehow I didn't think that was the case. Better yet, why the heck does my stalker have such an odd fixation with origami animals? The most important question though? What the hell was coming for us that was so bad that a cosmic being had sought me out to warn me?
Yeah, so as I said, living was f*cking complicated. [edytuj opis]
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