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368 pages, Paperback
First published April 16, 2018


We weren’t a boy and a girl. We were two lonely, fucked-up souls. It made wanting Bane in my life acceptable. I wanted him to fix me.

You’re poisoned. Sheltered. Yet, you’re no Snow White. Wanna know why?”
“Why?”
“Snow White waited for the prince. You’ll be the one saving yourself in this story.”

He was cracking my heart with every touch, shattering it with every smile, and it didn’t make any sense, because how could he break something that was already broken?

I survived many things, but Roman Protsenko was probably not going to be one of them.





"Don't get me wrong-she was beautiful, but she looked like a dazzling tragedy, specially designed to fuck you up."
"They'd given me a nickname, and I'd become it, lived it, breathed it."
Her slumped shoulders looked like broken wings; her overcast eyes were where your soul went to fucking die."
"The princess saves herself in this fairytale."
"My heart felt like two pieces locking back together into something whole."








***The Review****



“You’re poisoned. Sheltered. Yet, you’re no Snow White.
Wanna know why?”
“Why?”
“Snow White waited for the prince. You’ll be the one saving yourself in this story.”

Running to exhaust myself, physically and mentally, so I could sleep.
Running so I wouldn’t have to stand still, and ponder, and think, and crumble.
Running from my problems, and my reality, and the emptiness that nibbled at the edges of my gut, like acid.
Burning, eating, destroying.
The world seemed painfully mundane while wrapped up in Roman Protsenko’s exceptional orbit. Like he was bigger than the place he was born in.

“But I’m here for you, Snowflake. I’ll be sitting on the sidelines cheering for you because you’re the strongest girl I know, but I’ll also be there if you need me. Needing someone wouldn’t make you any less strong, Jesse. It would just make you human.”
*compassionate
*Responsible
*Razor Sharp smart
*Passionate
*Career oriented
*Ambitious
*Full of sense of humour and witt
”We were two lonely, fucked-up souls. It made wanting Bane in my life acceptable. I wanted him to fix me.
To cure me.
To hold me.
To make me laugh.
To make the pain go away.
More than anything, I wanted him to lift my shirt, see the scar, kiss it better, and tell me that I was beautiful. I could almost imagine it if I tried real hard—his beard on my marred flesh. His crinkly, soothing eyes on my sore memories.
Soft.
Warm.
Good.
Breathe.
I needed to breathe”
“Can you be there for me? Just in case I need someone to hold my sword for me?” I did a little bow with my head. “Why, my princess, I thought you’d never ask.”

"Just remember, Snowflake-you fucking begged for it."


"He had a take-no-prisoners approach to sex, and missionary wasn't only not on the menu for him, but I doubted it was even in his vocabulary."Jesse Carter is a girl that is no stranger to physical pain, emotional pain, and abandonment. When her stepfather makes a deal with Roman “Bane” Protsenko, an unexpected romance is ignited. Bane has been hired to spend time with the introverted Jesse and to help her find confidence once again. But it is Bane who is changed by Jesse. As the unique plot unfolds, tensions rise and Bane and Jesse find themselves in the fight of their lives. Can two very different people find long-lasting love together? And after they find that love, can they keep it?

"Where have you been all my life?"Told in dual POV, Bane offers a complex plot with raw beauty in every moment. The lyrical writing of Ms. Shen never fails to amaze me. The secondary characters enhance the story greatly as their love and disdain for the main characters infiltrates every fragment of the plot. Both Bane and Jesse are perfectly matched and despite their differences and history, the journey they take together is one that I will never forget.











BANE AND JESSE ARE SO UNDERRATED !!











"I've signed so many NDA'S, at this point, I don't talk to anyone about anything other than the weather"
"Let's Hear them" "Suka blyat. Horosho. Kak Dela. Pizdets. Privet" Those were all curses and pleasantries. Your Russian family must be really fucking passive-aggressive"

"My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you"


"Life is about meeting your eyes in the mirror without flinching."

“I was the guy everyone knew, and she was a ghost desperate to be forgotten.”
“Love is like ivy. It wraps around you, chokes every part of you quietly. It is not patient, or kind, or gentle. It is needy, cunning, and suffocating.”
