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Steeling my heart, I straighten. My jaw locks with determination. Before I have time to change my mind and be a better man, I pop the pills out of their casings and wash them down the drain.
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TO BE CONTINUED
Afterword
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Please turn the page for a sneak peek of Book Four, Kisses Like Rain.
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Hugs,
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Charmaine
Sneak Peek of Kisses Like Rain
Corsican Crime Lord, Book Four
I gave him my innocence and my virtue. I gave him my love and my hate. Is there anything left to give?
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Angelo Russo came like a storm into my life and left destruction in his trail. The man who hates me beyond measure is the man who put a ring on my finger and gave me his name. My husband is my worst enemy.
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There’s nothing left to salvage from the wreckage of our lives. He married me to destroy me, and he did an outstanding job. He took my innocence and my virtue. I gave him my love and my hate. And just when I think there’s nothing else to give, I realize how wrong I am. What Angelo wants most is the promise of life I carry inside my body. When he’s taken that last piece of me, he’ll crush me with a smile on his beautiful face and wipe my existence from his memory forever.
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Excerpt from Kisses Like Rain
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The windows of the new house are dark. I park and let myself in with my key. The noise of my car must’ve woken Sabella, because she walks onto the landing, tying a robe around her waist as I lock the door behind me.
Her tone is cold. “What are you doing here?”
Her animosity gets my hackles up. In turn, my tone is hard. “It’s my house, isn’t it?”
“It’s late.”
