**A stand-alone sequel in The Demise Series....** * * * **For twenty-three-year-old Rebecca O'Connor, there's only one reason to live...her little sister, Raina.** Through years of growing up in an abusive home, Raina and Becca have formed an unbreakable bond...until Raina falls in love and elope
My Sweet Demise (Demise #1)
✍ Scribed by Vanterpool, Shana
- Book ID
- 109306371
- Publisher
- Limitless Publishing LLC
- Year
- 2016
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 169 KB
- Series
- Demise 1
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781680584325
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
Desperation makes a girl do crazy things…
When twenty-one year old Raina O’Connor is kicked out of her room on short notice, she’s thrown into a frantic search for a new place to stay. As the situation becomes more urgent, her choices have dwindled to her least favorite option—ladies’ man, Kent Nicholson.
Kent Nicholson loves women, just not as a roommate…
When a gorgeous blonde with big hazel eyes answers Kent’s ad for a roommate, his red flags start flying. He’s looking for a wingman, not a chick who will put a damper on his game or drench his apartment in pink. It’s clear she’s in a bind, and something about her makes him break his own rules. But when he reluctantly accepts, it’s with four concrete conditions.
Be his wingman. Don’t get in his way with other girls. No bitchy attitudes. And most importantly, she can’t fall for him.
Pretty sure this was the world’s worst idea—ever…
Trust is something earned. Raina learned that the hard way when her father broke her heart as a child, making it easy to steer clear of relationships. But living with Kent somehow stirs emotions Raina has always forbidden herself to have. Plus, he’s everything she never wanted—untrustworthy, pigheaded…and gorgeous. Something tells her Kent isn’t free of his own secret scars…
Love can drag you down and spit you out, and be worth every second.
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