The vows we'd exchanged should have bound us tighter than blood and flesh. My gorgeous, wounded warrior, so determined to slay my demons while refusing to face his own. Gideon calls me his angel, but he's the miracle in my life. We made our own rules and surrendered completely to the exquisite power of possession. How much I'd been threatened, or just how dark and desperate the shadow of our pasts would become.Įntwined by our secrets, we tried to defy the odds. I needed him as surely as I needed my heart to beat. I also saw the dangerous and damaged soul inside-so much like my own.
And our passion would take us beyond our limits to the sweetest, sharpest edge of obsession.įrom the moment I first met Gideon Cross, I recognized something in him that I needed. Those moments when the driving hunger and desperate love were the most exquisite insanity. My past was as violent as his, and I was just as broken.
He was a bright, scorching flame that singed me with the darkest of pleasures. As beautiful and flawless on the outside as he was damaged and tormented on the inside. The bonds of his love transformed me, even as I prayed that the torment of our pasts didn't tear us apart. And we would become the mirrors that reflected each other's most private wounds. I was flawed and damaged, and he opened those cracks in me so easily. I craved his touch like a drug, even knowing it would weaken me. I was drawn to him as I'd never been to anything or anyone in my life. He was beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white-hot. The #1 New York Times bestselling author. Now in one deluxe box set, the first four novels in the Crossfire series. There's nothing more romantic than Valentine's Day.except Sylvia Day.
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