They call him a monster.
Pale blue eyes as cold as ice that see right through you.
He’s hard.
He’s damaged.
He’s dangerous.
He lives in a castle fit for a fairy tale, but he’s no prince.
He’s savage.
He’s brutal.
He’s a killer.
By an act of fate, our worlds collide.
They call him a monster, but he is my salvation.
REVIEW:
I loved Lizzie, there was just something so innocent about her, "she muttered something then asked, “Why are the villagers freaked out by you?” She turned in her seat to face me. “They think you’re a werewolf.” Brochan is like an onion the many has many layers, “if I come in, we won’t be leaving today or tomorrow…for the whole effing week. If you’re okay with that…” He stepped into the room." Brochan says the sweetest things, "he yanked me close and whispered in my ear, “I’m not sneaking around my own house to eff my woman. You’re in my bed.” I devored this book, I am so in love with Brochan.
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