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Jasinda Wilder - Beléd esve
Nem Colton Calloway-be voltam először szerelmes, eleinte az öccséért, Kyle-ért voltam oda. Kyle volt az első igazi szerelmem, az első, minden értelemben. Aztán egy viharos augusztusi éjszakán Kyle meghalt, és vele halt az az ember is, aki addig voltam. Colton nem arra tanított meg, hogyan éljek tovább. Nem gyógyította be a sebeket. Nem hozta rendbe a dolgokat. Arra tanított meg, hogyan kell szenvedni, és hogyan kell mindent elengedni.

Jasinda Wilder - Pregnant ​in Pennsylvania
When ​you’re from a place like Clayton, PA, you either leave as soon as you can, or you never leave. We can’t even say we’re a one-stoplight town, because we don’t have a stoplight, just a traffic circle on a minor local highway. Here in Clayton, everyone knows everyone, and gossip and rumors are a way of life. So, when my high school sweetheart leaves our son and me for a woman in another state, it’s the talk of the town for months, if not years. Even my motor-mouthed, wild child of a best friend, Cora, can’t rustle up enough trouble to keep my name off their lips for more than a week or two. So, when I meet a handsome, single man not from Clayton, I assume he’s just passing through. It was just supposed to be a night of fun with my BFF before school starts—one last hurrah before lesson plans and homework and packing lunches and school pickup lines take over everything. It wasn’t supposed to lead to an intense, sizzling connection—an attraction which despite my most vehement denials goes far beyond the physical. The real question now is…will it end in another heartbreak for me and my son, or could it become a Happily Ever After?

Jasinda Wilder - Goode ​Vibrations
I’m ​no stranger to beautiful places and beautiful women; the life I’ve led has left me jaded to both…or so I thought. Then a working holiday photographing the wild, lonely places of America leads me to a goddess. She’s all long black hair and dangerous curves, fiercely independent, with art in her soul. She sets me on fire, she turns me inside out—and in so doing, she shows me the man I’ve kept hidden within the inner sanctum of my lonely heart. She is Poppy Goode, and I cannot live without her. * * * Hitchhiking from Manhattan, New York to Ketchikan, Alaska seems like a pretty interesting way to discover one’s self, and one’s purpose in this universe. I meet all kinds of people along the way, so it’s not entirely surprising when I catch a ride with a gorgeous traveler from New Zealand. He’s golden, tall and lean, and his accent is to die for—a New Zealand twang and roll that lilts and makes me laugh. He’s got a million stories, each more unbelievable than the last: he’s an adventurer and a photographer for Nat Geo, but none of his crazy, fascinating stories can hide the sadness in his eyes.
 We are both brave about everything except ourselves, and we embark on a path that takes us over the craggy mountains surrounding my heart and his. We share scorching, undeniable physical chemistry, but letting ourselves be really free requires immense courage, unflinching honesty, and vulnerability…which neither of us are certain we possess. There’s a map for highways, but if there’s a map for love, I never got it.

Jasinda Wilder - The ​Cabin
One ​year ago, I buried my husband. One year ago, I held his hand and said goodbye. Now I spend most of my days lost somewhere between trying to remember every smallest detail of our lives, and trying to forget it all. I fill my hours with work until I’m too exhausted to remember him, to feel anything at all. One year, 365 days—and then one knock at my door changes everything. A letter from him, a last request, a secret will: My dearest Nadia, Trust me, my love. One last time, trust me. Sometimes the epilogue to one story is the beginning of another.

Jasinda Wilder - A ​Real Goode Time
Are ​you ready for Torie's story? The fourth and most mysterious Goode Girl sets out on the adventure of a lifetime, seeking identity, purpose, and maybe even a happily ever after. The question is, will she find it?

Jasinda Wilder - For ​a Goode Time Call...
The ​size of a Kodiak bear and covered in tattoos. A heart of gold, a rough and tumble past. Confident, powerful, gentle. Wise. Artistic. Deep wild brown eyes that see far deeper into me than they should. Nothing in my life could ever have prepared me for the reality that is Ink Isaac. He’s just so much more than anyone I’ve ever met, and my instant, inexplicable, and undeniable attraction to him leaves me reeling. But with my life recently turned upside down, the more time I spend around him, the more I realize I’m not even sure what my future looks like anymore—alI know for sure is, my heart and my body want him in it, even if my mind is saying something else. * * * She's a tiny little thing, all hard edges and sharp wit. All woman, with slender curves and hypnotic eyes. She’s all fire and bravado, and she’s melting my big, bear-sized heart, little by little. I’m utterly hooked. Willing to risk it all for her. Everything she is seems to demand that I give her everything I am. I'm just not sure if I know how to do that, if she really knows what she’s asking for when she looks up at me with those beautiful, blazing hazel eyes. She sets me on fire, but are either of us ready for what that fire will do to both of us?

Jasinda Wilder - Lizzy ​Goes Brains Over Braun
It ​was just supposed to be just a 40th birthday prank for our boss after a wild night of girlfriends, laughter, and a LOT of margaritas. When we placed the ad in the newspaper, we never thought anyone would actually answer it. We also didn’t think that Laurel would be so brainless as to put Lizzy’s actual phone number in the ad… Beautiful, successful single woman, 40, seeks attractive male billionaire to impregnate her the old fashioned way. No strings. NOT seeking sugar daddy. Validation required. Serious inquiries only, please. What could possibly go wrong? Everything.

Jasinda Wilder - Trashed
I’m ​nobody. I’m an orphan. A janitor. A college student. A virgin. And him? He’s a god. One of the hottest action stars to ever grace the silver screen, huge and muscular and gorgeous and famous. He could have anyone in the world. Yet, despite the chasm separating my world from his, I find myself in his hotel room, and he’s acting like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world. I’m not. He’s everything every woman could ever want, and I’m just…me. She doesn’t know how sexy she is, and that’s it’s own kind of beauty. But for real, she’s gorgeous. I’ve met some of the hottest women in Hollywood, and none of them can hold a candle to this girl. I want her. And the fact that she’s closed off and impossible to figure out only makes the pursuit that much more intriguing. The last thing I expect is for one night of pleasure to turn into something I’m unable to forget, even after she’s gone her way and I’ve gone mine. I can’t forget her, no matter how I try. And the next time we run into each other, I know there’s no way I can let her go again. No matter what it takes.

Jasinda Wilder - Goode ​To Be Bad
Myles ​North- he's the epitome of rock star hotness, with a killer body, a wicked smile, and a talent for driving me insane in all the most delicious ways. He’s good. A good man, a good friend, a talented performer, and an incredible lover. He’s literally everything a woman could ever ask for in a man. Which is the greatest problem of them all, and I’ve got a lot of problems. My past is dark and secret and filled with unimaginable pain. I’ve built a brash, badass, loud-mouthed, exhibitionist, opinionated persona to be my armor against the world…and Myles North sees right through it to the truth of me. * * * Lexie Goode is sexy as sin, talented as hell, and has a razor-sharp tongue—and a past steeped in secrets and pain, which she hides from the world behind her tough, ballsy, figure-flaunting exterior. I’ve fallen for the girl, and hard. I want all of her, sharp corners and dark secrets and all. I’ll stop at nothing to earn her trust, and the truth of her past. But will I be able to hang on for the wild-ass ride that is Lexie Goode?

Jasinda Wilder - The ​Long Way Home
I ​need you, Ava. I am desperate. For you. For touch. For a kiss. For the scrape of your hand down my stomach. For the slide of your lips across my hipbone. The sweep of your thigh against mine in the dulcet, drowning darkness. For the warm huff of your breath on my skin and the wet suck of your mouth around me and the building pressure of need reaching release...I am mad with need. Wild with it. I cannot have you. I have lost you, as I have lost myself. And so I go in search. Of myself, and thus the man who might return to you, and take you in his arms. I loathe each of the thousands of miles between us, but I cannot wish them away, for I hope at the end of my journey I shall find you. Or rather, find myself, and thus…you. Myself, and thus us. I am taking the long way home, Ava. *** Christian, I’m losing my mind, and I don’t know how to stop it. I shouldn’t be writing to you, but I am. I’m friendless, loveless, and lifeless. You’re out there somewhere, and still you’re all I really have. I hate my reliance and dependence on you, emotionally and otherwise, and that reliance is something I’m coming to recognize. I hate that I can’t hate you as much as I want to. I hate that I still love you so much. I hate that there’s no clear solution to our conundrum. Even if we could forgive each other, what then? I hate you, Christian. I really do. But most of all, I don’t. It’s complicated. Complicatedly (still) yours, Ava THE LONG WAY HOME is the story of a married couple, Christian and Ava, both writers, as they cope with the loss of their son and the damage that loss causes to their marriage. This moving story, alternately heartbreaking and heartwarming, is the first in a brand-new contemporary romance series by bestselling author Jasinda Wilder.

Jasinda Wilder - Jade London - The ​Black Room 7. - Door Seven
Once ​you enter, anything goes. No fantasy—however dark and dirty and depraved it may be—is forbidden. You have no past, no inhibitions, no morals…and no memory. All you have to cling to is the memory of a scorching touch, a searing kiss, the wet slide of skin on skin, and the heat of breath across your flesh. Step forward… Turn the knob… Step through the seventh door...

Jasinda Wilder - Where ​The Heart Is
shouldn’t ​be in love, but baby I am I know it’s crazy, but I don’t give a damn shouldn’t want you near me but you’re inside me, can you hear me I’m praying you need me, baby say you do I’m laying in bed, dreaming of you cuz I remember you moving, gliding can’t get over you, baby I’m trying why can’t I have you, why’s it have to be so complicated the love I feel hasn’t faded I wrote those lyrics for Jonny after he walked away. It was never meant to be between us; I knew it, he knew it, we talked about it. The trouble is, love never listens to logic. And for two people who have never really had a home or known love, logic is all that keeps us going: be smart, survive, do what has to be done. And, in my case, take care of my son. Forget my dreams, forget love…nothing matters but making it day by day. But then I met Jonny, and everything changed. * * * I’m a vagabond. I’ve lived my whole life out on the ocean, surviving by my wits and my knowledge of the sea. I’ve never needed anyone, never stayed in one place long enough to let something like that happen. Christian, the only person I’ve ever really cared about, goes missing and gives me a box of letters and makes me promise to take it to his wife, Ava. Problem is, when I get to her, Ava is missing too, and their condo is ruined by the same hurricane that claimed Christian. And then I meet Delta, Ava’s sister, Christian’s sister-in-law, and she changes everything. It wasn’t supposed to be anything. Nothing was supposed to happen. We helped dig out survivors of the hurricane together, and that was it. Only…that wasn’t it. Something happened. And now I can’t get her out of my head, or out of my heart. Even when I walk away, I can’t escape her. Especially when I hear her voice on the radio, singing a song meant for me: You walked into my life, with your dark skin and brown eyes I tried to resist you, tried not to kiss you you speak soft and you move slow you’ve got strong hands and few words but I hear it anyway, everything you don’t say I tried to resist you, tried not to kiss you but god, your lips, the way you moved your hips the way you said my name and said you felt the same the way you took my hand and kissed me in the sand

Jasinda Wilder - Alpha
The ​first time it happened, it seemed like an impossible miracle. Bills were piling up, adding up to more money than I could ever make. Mom's hospital bills. My baby brother's tuition. My tuition. Rent. Electricity. All of it on my shoulders. And I had just lost my job. There was no hope, no money in my account, no work to be found. And then, just when I thought all hope was lost, I found an envelope in the mail. No return address. My name on the front, my address. Inside was a check, made out to me, in the amount of ten thousand dollars. Enough to pay the bills and leave me some left over to live on until I found a job. Enough to let me focus on classes. There was no name on the check, just "VRI Inc.," and a post office box address for somewhere in the city. No hint of identity or reason for the check or anything. No mention of repayment, interest, nothing…except a single word, on the notes line: "You." Just those three letters. If you receive a mysterious check, for enough money to erase all your worries, would you cash it? I did. The next month, I received another check, again from VRI Incorporated. It too contained a single word: "belong." A third check, the next month. This time, two words. Four letters. "To me." The checks kept coming. The notes stopped. Ten thousand dollars, every month. A girl gets used to that, real quick. It let me pay the bills without going into debt. Let me keep my baby brother in school and Mom's hospice care paid for. How do you turn down what seems like free money, when you're desperate? You don't. I didn't. And then, after a year, there was a knock on my door. A sleek black limousine sat on the curb in front of my house. A driver stood in front of me, and he spoke six words: "It's time to pay your debt."

Jasinda Wilder - Yours
When ​my husband Oliver died, my life ended. My purpose, my passion, my everything bled out with him on the side of the Pacific Coast Highway. Ollie was an organ donor. His eyes, his brain, his lungs, his heart…parts of my Ollie went out and saved lives. Then His heart, beating in another man’s chest, found its way back to me, and I found myself faced with an impossible choice: hold on to the pain and beauty of the past and the memory of the man I loved, or reach for a bold new future, knowing each heartbeat will be a reminder of all I’ve lost. ••• I wasn’t supposed to live past thirty. My grandfather died at forty-five. Heart failure. My father died at thirty-five. Heart failure. The doctors told me my whole life that I wouldn’t see my thirty-first birthday. My heart was going to give out. It was just a matter of time: a rare blood type and an unusually large heart meant essentially zero chance of a transplant. I proved them all wrong…by dying on my thirty-first birthday. And then I woke up, alive, with another man’s heart inside my chest, and his widow on my conscience. I spent my whole life preparing for death, and now I have to learn how to live. Only, as I soon discovered, living is the easy part. Loving, and allowing myself to be loved…well, that’s a whole lot harder.

Jasinda Wilder - Jade London - The ​Black Room 8. - Door Eight
Once ​you enter, anything goes. No fantasy—however dark and dirty and depraved it may be—is forbidden. You have no past, no inhibitions, no morals…and no memory. All you have to cling to is the memory of a scorching touch, a searing kiss, the wet slide of skin on skin, and the heat of breath across your flesh. Step forward… Turn the knob… Step through the eighth door...

Jasinda Wilder - Big ​Love Abroad
I ​was finally fulfilling my life-long dream of studying at Oxford University in England. I had a thesis. I had an apartment. The one thing I didn’t have was time for a man. Especially not one as sexy and intriguing and distracting as Ian Stirling. Okay, I mean, maybe I did have a little time for a man. After all, it’s not every day a ripped British sex-god sweeps you off your feet and does dirty, delicious things to you. Again and again. And again. For days. The problem is, Ian was just supposed to be a hunky distraction, but now my heart is craving him like my mouth craves cupcakes.

Jasinda Wilder - Falling ​Away
My ​name is Benjamin Dorsey. You know my mom and dad's story. You know Kylie's parents' story. You even know Kylie's story. You don't know mine, yet. You don't know what a broken heart is until you've loved someone your whole life, only to have her slip through your fingers because you waited too long. That's heartbreak. That's regret. And how do you live with that? How do you go through the motions when she's there as a reminder of what you lost, of what you could have had but were too damn chicken to go after? I couldn't. So I left. That's right, I ran away. I found myself across the continent, playing minor league football. I mean, at least I still had football, right? Nope. That got taken away from me too. A career-ending injury left me down-and-out, scraping the bottom of the barrel, hating myself and hating life. And then I met Cheyenne Leveaux, my physical therapist, who became my one and only friend, the one bright light in the darkness of my messed up life. But of course nothing is ever simple, or easy. Tragedy struck, and the rug was swept out from under me yet again, and this time the guilt, the doubt, the secrets, and the old heartbreak may threaten my one chance at true happiness, my one shot at my own happily ever after.

Jasinda Wilder - Jade London - The ​Black Room 3. - Door Three
Once ​you enter, anything goes. No fantasy—however dark and dirty and depraved it may be—is forbidden. You have no past, no inhibitions, no morals…and no memory. All you have to cling to is the memory of a scorching touch, a searing kiss, the wet slide of skin on skin, and the heat of breath across your flesh. Step forward… Turn the knob… Step through the third door...

Jasinda Wilder - Jade London - The ​Black Room 4. - Door Four
Once ​you enter, anything goes. No fantasy—however dark and dirty and depraved it may be—is forbidden. You have no past, no inhibitions, no morals…and no memory. All you have to cling to is the memory of a scorching touch, a searing kiss, the wet slide of skin on skin, and the heat of breath across your flesh. Step forward… Turn the knob… Step through the fourth door...

Jasinda Wilder - Beta
Roth ​and I are on an open-ended tour of the world. Roth being Roth, this means missionary in Morocco, reverse cowgirl in Calcutta, bent over the bow of a houseboat in Hanoi, slow and sleepy on St. John. Anywhere and everywhere, in every conceivable position, and some I didn't know were possible. Life was pretty incredible. Until I woke up in his chateau in France, alone. On the bed next to me was a note. There were only four words: He belongs to me.

Jasinda Wilder - Duke
Under ​ordinary circumstances, waking up bound and gagged next to a hot guy wouldn't be the worst thing that's ever happened, but these aren't ordinary circumstances. There's guys with guns after us...LOTS of them--both the guns and the guys. Six-six, built like a god, red hair, blue eyes, and a tree trunk between his legs. Yeah. This is the guy I got kidnapped with. Phrasing is important there: kidnapped WITH, not kidnapped BY. Fortunately, Duke Silver is a hard-core badass, because it's going to take every last shred of skill he has as a killer commando to keep us both alive, and even then, nothing's a sure thing.

Jasinda Wilder - Big ​Girls Do It on Top
I ​fled New York with my heart breaking and a million questions. Foremost in my mind was whether Jeff would even see me after the colossal mess that New York turned out to be. I discovered the answer, but that only spawned even more questions, many of the yes or no variety...

Jasinda Wilder - Falling ​Under
My ​name is Colton Calloway. You've heard part of my story, but it turns out there's more. My little girl, Kylie, is all grown up. Seventeen, beautiful, and talented, just like her mother. And just like Nell, my daughter seems to have fallen for a bad boy, one with a lot of darkness and a lot of secrets. * * * You thought you knew the whole story. You thought it was over. Happily ever after for everyone. You were wrong. My name is Oz Hyde, and you’ve never met me. I’m part of the story, too, but I’m an aside, a quick line or two you’d all but forgotten about. Well guess what? I’ve got my own story to tell. Buckle up, ‘cause this is gonna be a hell of a bumpy ride.

Jasinda Wilder - Saving ​Forever
Ever ​and Cade, Sorry I vanished like I did. I’m not sure I can even explain things. I don’t know when I’ll be back. IF I’ll be back. I’m not sure of anything, except that I love you, Ever. You’re my twin, my best friend, and leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I know you don’t understand. Maybe you never will. I hope you don’t, honestly. It would be easier that way. That’s cowardly, I’m sure. Cade, take care of her. Love her, the way she deserves. The way you always have, for forever and always. If I could ask you anything, it’s that you remember me as I was, and forget me as I am. I’m sorry, and goodbye, and I love you. Eden

Jasinda Wilder - Big ​Girls Do It Pregnant
First ​comes love, then comes marriage, then come baby in a baby carriage... So my best friend married my rock star ex, and she's having his baby. I married Jeff, and I'm having his baby. We're both pregnant, and we're both a hot mess, but it's only a matter of time before we become mommies. The only problem is, no one ever tells you how hard pregnancy is, never mind giving birth...

Jasinda Wilder - After ​Forever
Ever, I ​don’t know who I am anymore. I’m a castaway. Lost. Drowning. I love you. That’s the only true thing I know, and it’s all I have to hold on to. I love you. I’ll love you forever. Until the day I die, and I’ll love you in whatever world comes after this one. I love you so much, Ever. I miss you. Dear Jesus, I miss you. Come back to me. For forever, and after forever, Caden

Jasinda Wilder - Big ​Girls Do It Wetter
Chase ​went to New York...without me. It was only one night, one delicious, sinful night, but it awakened something within me, and now, with him gone, I have no one to satiate my sudden, ferocious hunger. Then I woke up one day and looked at someone near and dear to me in a whole new light. And my world was rocked once again. **This is an explicit, erotic novella for adults only! Contains super hot, one on one sex between two great characters.**

Jasinda Wilder - Omega
When ​you make an enemy of a man like Vitaly Karahalios, there is nowhere on earth you can go to escape his wrath. He'll find you. He found me, he found Roth. He found Layla. He found us, and now the unthinkable has happened. Someone I love has been kidnapped. Again. This isn't a fairy tale. Not everyone will get a happily ever after. Sometimes we can't just walk away from the past. Love doesn't always save the day. The beast won't always get his beauty. But maybe, just maybe we can get our happy ending.

Jasinda Wilder - Not ​So Goode
I’ve ​done everything right, my whole life. I never snuck out, never partied, never drank, never even had a high school boyfriend. Got all the best grades, got into all the best schools. I received not one, but TWO Ivy League University degrees. Had the paper-perfect fiancé, the paper-perfect life. And then it all fell apart. My fiancé cheated on me with my boss. I quit my job, left my fancy upper-crust Boston condo, dumped my cheating fiancé…quit my entire life basically. Took to day-drinking and bingeing Netflix. And then my younger sister Lexie calls me in a panic. She needs me to come rescue her, but won’t say from what, just that I need to come get her…at her university…in New York. Which leads Lexie and I on road trip across the country. We form the no-bra man-hating day-drinkers roadtrip club…membership two. And then I…ummm…overindulge just a little bit, at a country music festival. Get harassed by assholes. Have to be saved by tall, dark, and handsome man named Crow. Crow turns my whole world upside down. He shows me what real pleasure is. Shows me what I’ve been missing my whole life…what a man can and should do to make a woman feel really, really good. He’s bad. Dangerous. Wild. He has a bad mouth, hard fists, and a dark, mysterious past. And a talented tongue. And hands I find myself wanting all over me, in a desperate way I thought was only real in the romances I read. And now, suddenly, I find myself wanting a wild mustang of a man, an untamable force of nature…and wondering if there’s room in my safe, orderly, good girl world for him. Or if maybe I can learn how to be…not so good. ~ ~ ~ She’s everything good and sweet and innocent in the world, and I’m a hard-fisted brawler, an outlaw with a bloodstained past. I’m the exact, polar opposite to everything Charlie Goode is. I want her—I want her quick mind and her soft skin, her sexy curves and her sharp tongue. I want her body, and I want her soul. But I can’t have her. When she finds out about the bloody, violent truth of my past, she won’t want anything to do with me. She’ll run away as fast and as far as she can, because I’m not meant for a sweet, innocent thing like her. Until then, though, I plan on getting her a little dirty. Showing her some of the wild side where I live my life. Take what I can get, and enjoy the ride, and worry about the state of my heart later. You know what they say about the best laid plans, though.

Jasinda Wilder - Hammered
Dad ​Bod Contracting—for ALL your domestic contracting needs. Have a leaky faucet or clogged disposal? Need a new patio with intricate brickpaving designs? Want your garage transformed into a yoga studio? Dad Bod Contracting has you COVERED. Our clean, well-mannered, and friendly professionals pride themselves on attention to detail. Every job comes with a 100% customer SATISFACTION guarantee. No job is too small. Hand us your “honey-do” list and we’ll get it done, and we’ll look good doing it! A good job well done is one phone call away, so call Dad Bod Contracting today! It started with a window that was jammed shut. Pretty simple, right? All I wanted was to open the windows while I tidied the house. I’d been after my no-good husband to do it for months, but he never did. And then he shacked up with his secretary, leaving me with a pile of bills, husband-free for the first time in ten years, and with a house that was falling apart. The ad popped up on the side of my social media feed—a local contracting agency willing to do pretty much anything. Since I don’t really know a screwdriver from a ratchet, I gave them a call. And let me tell you, the ad was NOT lying. Jesse O’Neill can do it ALL…and looks amazing doing it. He fixed my window, so I called him back to fix the sagging, splintery front steps. Which led to him fixing my kitchen sink. And then he recarpeted my stairs. And then fixed the squeak in my bed. He was supposed to fix my house, not my rusty, sputtering libido. And certainly not my broken heart.

Jasinda Wilder - Wounded
War ​has taken everything from me. My family. My home. My innocence. In a country blasted by war and wracked by economic hardship, a young orphan girl like me has very few options when it comes to survival. Thus, I do what I must to live, to eat, and I try very hard to not consider the cost to my soul. My heart is empty, and my existence brutal. The one impossibility in my life is love. And then I meet HIM. War is hell. It takes a chunk out of a man's very soul to do the kinds of things war demands of you. You live with fear, you live with guilt, and you live with nightmares. If you haven't been through it, there's no understanding it. War leaves no room for love, no room for tenderness or softness. You gotta be hard, closed off, and ready to fight every moment of every day. Lose focus for a split second, and you're dead. Now the only thing that can save me is HER.

Jasinda Wilder - Exiled
My ​name is Madame X. My heart is torn in two. And now I have to choose... Caleb is everything to her: lover, caretaker, the man who gave her life meaning when she had none. But as she seeks the truth about herself and her past, she discovers that unravelling Caleb’s web of lies might very well be impossible. Logan is everything she never knew she wanted: freedom, joy, and a passion she couldn’t anticipate. But is Logan’s love enough to save her from herself, from Caleb, and from the tumultuous truth of her past? Caught between two equally compelling men, X must make the ultimate choice. But there’s more at stake than just her heart...

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