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497 pages, Paperback
First published April 10, 2019

“You haven’t changed a bit, have you? I bet you still think you own the world.” He shakes his head, slowly, dangerously. Hypnotically. “I don’t give a fuck about the world. But I do own you.” Fully knowing that it might make my situation worse, I scoff. “You’ll never own me. Not now. Not ever.” “Is that a challenge, Blue?”Sure, these two hate each other, but there is so much sexual tension between them, it’s insane. And there really is a fine line between love and hate…
“I did love you through all of that. My hate for you was just a kind of love that was angry and lonely and bruised.”
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Lord did I LOVE this book. I also love this author (just saying). Her books are fantastic, and this book was indeed a fantastic read. Well written. Well paced. Told in a dual POV format. The plot was engaging. Full of witty banter. Sweet moments. Sad moments. Romantic moments. Moments that will make you want to punch people. Moments that will make you cry. A great cast of secondary characters (especially little Art). Two fantastic main characters. A virgin heroine (meh). A smidge of OW drama. Crackling sexual tension. Smokin' sex scenes. Last, that ending...gaah. The last 10% of this book had me sobbing. The only small niggle...I wish this had an epilogue. I wanted a peek into this couple's future.
He wraps his hand around my neck and growls, “Who are you?”
Even though I have very little energy left, I still arch my back. As if his voice is a call from my master.
“Your prize.”
“Start talking,” he growls and it goes straight to my lower tummy…
“About what?”
His jaw ticks. “You smile at me. Then, you invite me to have dinner with you. I eat the food. It was fucking delicious so I eat some more. Meanwhile, you’re blushing. You can’t look at me. But every time I try to leave, you stop me. So I’m asking you why the fuck are you acting like a bad rash I can’t get rid of?”
That’s the thing about bullying, isn’t it? It isn’t confined to a single moment. No. Bullying has consequences. It creates ripples that span for years. Sometimes for an entire life.
“I didn’t want to run anymore.”
“Why not?”
Because he is to me what sharp objects are to fragile things.
We are destiny, Zach and I…
You can’t outrun fate. You can’t stop a moth from perishing in flames and you can’t stop a sharp object from making a fragile thing bleed.
“I haven’t just loved you for years, I’ve loved you for lifetimes…I don’t love you with all my heart. I love you with all my soul. You’re in the core of me. You’re in my fucking essence. And no one can take that away from me. Not even death.”
I’m going after her. Not because she’s mine but because I’m hers.
〝… I haven't just loved you for years, I've loved you for lifetimes… I love you with all my soul. You're in the core of me. You're in my fucking essence. And no one can take that away from me. Not even death.〞




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“It's a shame no one will know what a good little maid you are. How dedicated to the job. How you serve me. How you take away my suffering. My pain.”
