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Lee Stackhouse
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Diary of a Damsel Dame (The Delilah Vale Saga, Book 1)
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FLY
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Dark & Sapphic: A Dark Romantasy Anthology
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People We Love Too Late
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"Another beautifully written book by this author. I love their style and the talent really speaks for itself. This is like a beautiful romance novel, but with something truly dreadful creeping underneath. The final moments are so disturbing I almost h"
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"From the first page, you can sense the unease in your gut about everything you’re about to read.
Lee takes you on a journey where dread leads the way, and all you can do is keep turning the page to see where it ends up. I think I held my breath through" Read more of this review » |
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"People We Love Too Late is a beautifully written and emotionally resonant novel that lingers long after the final page. The author captures the quiet ache of missed timing and the complicated ways love shapes us, even when it arrives at the wrong mom"
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“Loneliness was never meant for the living; it was especially designed for the dying by Satan himself.
Whether we’re surrounded by loved ones or not, it’s only the one slipping into the next world that is experiencing death.
Dying is the loneliest moment of anyone’s life—and everyone seems hell-bent on getting there as fast as possible.”
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Whether we’re surrounded by loved ones or not, it’s only the one slipping into the next world that is experiencing death.
Dying is the loneliest moment of anyone’s life—and everyone seems hell-bent on getting there as fast as possible.”
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“I could tie someone up with that silk scarf and throw him into the river, his bloated body bobbing up in the morning to spoil the tourists’ breakie.
I could stab someone’s eardrums in with the stiletto of my candy-pink heels.
I could slit someone’s eyeballs open with my mermaid scale sequin bomber jacket.
And I’d look fabulous doing it.
I think about that sometimes. The utility of beauty.”
― Diary of a Damsel Dame
I could stab someone’s eardrums in with the stiletto of my candy-pink heels.
I could slit someone’s eyeballs open with my mermaid scale sequin bomber jacket.
And I’d look fabulous doing it.
I think about that sometimes. The utility of beauty.”
― Diary of a Damsel Dame
“I wonder if anyone watches me, if someone across the street sees the glow of my bedroom, the silhouette of my canopy, the flick of my vape light, the press of my palm against glass. Do they see a girl? Or do they see the monster inside the maiden?
I could be your neighbor. I could be the one who waves at your dog, the one who compliments your shoes on the train, the one who holds the door for your precious daughter.
And I could be the last thing you ever see.”
― Diary of a Damsel Dame
I could be your neighbor. I could be the one who waves at your dog, the one who compliments your shoes on the train, the one who holds the door for your precious daughter.
And I could be the last thing you ever see.”
― Diary of a Damsel Dame
