By Sylvia Day
*looks retail
Our trip started in fire...
Gideon move got here into my reasonable lightning within the darkness-beautiful and amazing, jagged and white-hot. i used to be interested in him as I'd by no means been to whatever or an individual in my existence. I craved his contact like a drug, even realizing it should weaken me. i used to be fallacious and broken, and he opened these cracks in me so easily...
Gideon knew. He had demons of his personal. and we'd turn into the mirrors that mirrored every one other's so much inner most wounds... and needs.
The bonds of his love reworked me, at the same time I prayed that the torment of our pasts didn't tear us apart...
"When it involves brewing up scorchingly scorching sexual chemistry, Day has few literary rivals." -- Booklist