Michelle Horst
International Bestselling Author
"Hope is the heartbeat of your soul "
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☆☆☆"SHORT, SWEET & SEXY WITH A DASH OF DARK"☆☆☆
LIV
I’ve always been a healer, a saver of lives, until the day my life is taken from me. A drunk driver destroyed my life and got away with a slap on the wrist.
Where children used to be happy to see me, they now run from me.
I want him to pay, to suffer just like I’m suffering. I want him dead.
I used to be scared of my neighbor. But since the switch in me is flipped and I’ve become this monster, I’m drawn to him like a moth is drawn to a flame. He’ll burn me - just like the flame will turn the moth into nothing but ashes – and I’m okay with that as long as I get my revenge.
MASON
I deal in death. Killer. Assassin. Mercenary. I go by many names.
I miss the smell of baking that used to come from her apartment. I see the hate festering in her eyes, killing the light that shone so bright. It lit the darkness in me.
I used to be a killer until that car hit her. It woke something in me, a need to save her.
How does a wolf save a lamb without the darkness in him devouring the little light that’s left in her?
*** This is an over the top, insta-love, hot as hell HEA with a twist of kinkiness. HEA's are always more satisfying when the characters have to fight for it. If you're looking for a jaw-dropping, panty-melting page turner then jump right in. This is a Standalone Novella with NO cheating. ***
I’ve always been a healer, a saver of lives, until the day my life is taken from me. A drunk driver destroyed my life and got away with a slap on the wrist.
Where children used to be happy to see me, they now run from me.
I want him to pay, to suffer just like I’m suffering. I want him dead.
I used to be scared of my neighbor. But since the switch in me is flipped and I’ve become this monster, I’m drawn to him like a moth is drawn to a flame. He’ll burn me - just like the flame will turn the moth into nothing but ashes – and I’m okay with that as long as I get my revenge.
MASON
I deal in death. Killer. Assassin. Mercenary. I go by many names.
I miss the smell of baking that used to come from her apartment. I see the hate festering in her eyes, killing the light that shone so bright. It lit the darkness in me.
I used to be a killer until that car hit her. It woke something in me, a need to save her.
How does a wolf save a lamb without the darkness in him devouring the little light that’s left in her?
*** This is an over the top, insta-love, hot as hell HEA with a twist of kinkiness. HEA's are always more satisfying when the characters have to fight for it. If you're looking for a jaw-dropping, panty-melting page turner then jump right in. This is a Standalone Novella with NO cheating. ***
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