A deadly tale of ultimate obsession. Stephen Friedman is making a good living in good times. He's just an ordinary guy. Or so he thinks. But one day an extraordinary piece of information tells him differently. It's a clue from the grave of a Holocaust survivor. A clue that makes him heir to an incr
Obsessed 4
β Scribed by Kelli Wolfe
- Publisher
- Pink Parts Press
- Year
- 2016
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 461 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B01MFF1SCM
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Busted!
Glen caught me sneaking out of the house and now everyone knows about me and Colin. Mom does nothing but cry and wonβt leave her room, while Dad is accusing me of being a whore. Glen and Tim are just itching for a chance to confront Colin for what heβs done to their little sister, so I canβt go to him, just when I need him the most.
By the time they were done tearing Colin and our relationship apart, I was starting to doubt the truth myself.
Janet knows Iβve been seeing Sylvie again. Sheβs used that to turn the kids completely against me, and sheβs been spreading rumors that I was paying Sylvie to sleep with me. It has already cost me my biggest clients, and now that Patrick is spreading those same stories at school it could cost me Sylvie as well. But I wonβt let that happen.
Sylvie was mineβmine to love, mine to protectβand I needed to step up and deal with the situation once and for all.
π SIMILAR VOLUMES
From master of suspense Jo Gibson comes two heart-stopping novels of romantic obsession--where the love never dies. It kills. . . **The Crush** Michael Barton is smart, sweet, gorgeous--the total package. Which is why some of the girls have decided to have a little contest. Whoever hooks u
I kill, therefore I am...Voices slam through the corridor of his wounded mind. The words of his dead sister cry out. His parents' taunts fill the silent room where he sits and waits--waits for the murderous rage, filling him with strength, driving him to kill, to touch the cold flesh, taste the warm
Everything changed the night our eyes met across the room. His green gaze upon me prickled my skin with uncustomary warmth while my peek beneath his cuff--of a riot of color on his wrist--sparked my insatiable curiosity. Tall and mysterious, Kader was a man whose secrets I longed to know. Little di
I kill, therefore I am...Voices slam through the corridor of his wounded mind. The words of his dead sister cry out. His parents' taunts fill the silent room where he sits and waits--waits for the murderous rage, filling him with strength, driving him to kill, to touch the cold flesh, taste the warm