A teen vampire is stabbed through the heart by a were-unicorn - and develops a conscience. Life sucks! Pearl is a sixteen-year-old vampire...fond of blood, allergic to sunlight, and mostly evil. That is until one night she encounters a unicorn and he stabs her through the heart with his horn. Oops.
Love Drunk
β Scribed by Libby Rice
- Publisher
- Gateway Publishing Ltd.
- Year
- 2015
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 160 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
The love that lies built? Wine importer London Whitley dots her Iβs and crosses her Tβs. Her meticulous nature insulates her from her fears that she might just be crazy, as in certifiably, medically nuts. When her almost ex-boyfriend winds up dead at her hands and sheβs soon accused of importing counterfeit wines, Londonβs carefully constructed world begins to crumble. Thereβs help to be had, but only in the form of an imposing stranger who threatens her ruin. Trevor Rathlen is lucky to have escaped his marriage to a murderess alive and merely indebted to men who think the exquisite London Whitleyβs innocence is a faΓ§ade. A computer security specialist by day and hacker by night, Trevor agrees to return the favor owed by learning Londonβs secrets. The task should be an easy one, except Trevor is short on trust, London is long on lies, and together they battle an infinite attraction.
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