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Everyone wants to fall in love. And those who run... are running from the intensity of love. It's all consuming. It burns you alive and resurrects you. I didn't want to lose myself in Aria. But the truth is, I had. Every part of me desired to merge with her. Terror and beauty go hand in hand with opening your heart. It's a paradox, really. I couldn't reveal the darkest parts of my past to her. It was bad enough that I had pulled her into hellfire when I moved her to California with me and my wife... Los Angeles: the city of fallen angels.From the second our eyes had locked in that courtroom in NYC, I knew. I fucking knew, and I lied to myself. It was an ugly truth I didn't want to face... a shameful one. My undeniable attraction to Aria was endless spiritual warfare. It didn't matter that I was older. It didn't matter that I was meant to be her protector and nothing more. I... craved her. Every. Fucking. Day.I had battled addiction before. But this was so much worse. Loving Aria had pushed me into purgatory all over again. It was my curse. I thought I could protect her from my brother Evan. The irony was that I needed to protect her from myself. Our love is... forbidden.
"Five sexy, disturbing stars!" (Amazon Reviewer)"Hands down the best book I've ever read!" (Amazon Reviewer)I didn't expect this. I didn't ask for this. I never wanted to confront anything close to this feeling. Falling in love terrified me. I wasn't prepared for the ultimate "fall" from grace. I had plans to leave New York City and never look back. Growing up in a dysfunctional household with Mom and Rob had scarred my psyche. I needed to break my mother's generational curse. I didn't want to marry an abusive jerk and financially struggle while he broke all his promises.Little did I know that I had cursed myself when my world collided with Noah Hunter, a sexy, cutthroat attorney based in California, the destination that was calling to me. The first time I saw his ocean eyes, my heart broke and bloomed opened at the same time because I knew... I knew I could never love this man like a father.Mom had lied.So many secrets... including the sweetest sins shared between me and Noah. He was older than me. My heart was blind to the red flags. Was it infatuation? A crush? Far from it. Noah didn't want to drag me to hell with him. But falling for a fallen angel had liberated me from purgatory. I had to make him realize this, regardless of how wrong our attraction was.
Love is madness, entirely driven by sexual instinct, so the philosophers say...But for thirty-one-year-old Vincent Luther, love transgresses his limitations and transforms into divine possession as soon as he lays eyes on twenty-six-year-old Lana McKenzie, an alluring, aspiring writer...a ghost of his past.The only problem is that he cannot remember her. As a married man and father of two, Vincent believes that he is fulfilled in his marriage and career, but his world comes crashing down when his mother, Isobel, passes away. Unable to cope with his grief, Vincent's dysfunctional relationship with his father worsens when Maxwell Luther introduces Lana as his new, young bride less than six months after Isobel's death.Consumed with anger and resentment, Vincent judges Lana as an opportunist, gold-digger who is after Maxwell's family fortune. His secret attraction towards Lana is eclipsed by his prejudiced view of her character.While their chemistry is undeniably intense and forbidden, their fated reunion sparks a love/ hate dynamic that stretches for an entire year of emotional warfare before all secrets are exposed...and passions.
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