**Ex-con Jack Palace returns in a world of violence, heartbreak, and revenge.** Cassandra, the woman who broke Jack Palace's heart, is suddenly back in his life. She owes $600,000 to a brutal gangster who has threatened her life, and she needs Jack's help. Meanwhile, Melody, his new girlfriend, isn'
Carve the Heart
β Scribed by A.G. Pasquella
- Book ID
- 110947052
- Publisher
- Dundurn Press
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- en-US
- Weight
- 343 KB
- Series
- The Jack Palace
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781459742512
- ASIN
- B07LGK71JN
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Ex-con Jack Palace returns in a world of violence, heartbreak, and revenge.
Cassandra, the woman who broke Jack Palace's heart, is suddenly back in his life. She owes $600,000 to a brutal gangster who has threatened her life, and she needs Jack's help. Things start to get violent when Cassandra suddenly disappears ... but not everyone believes she's in danger. Is Jack being set up?
Bikers, mobsters, and strippers collide as Jack storms the mean streets of Toronto searching for Cassandra. To find her, he must rip open old wounds and confront new enemies. But as loyalties falter and secrets are revealed, Jack begins to wonder who he can really trust. If he doesn't figure it out fast, he -- and everyone he cares about -- could end up dead.
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