A Darklands Novel You can bring them in from the wild, but you canβt always tame them. Fallon is a man with a bloody past, and a rough and ready way with justice. Rain is a woman on the run, and now sheβs under his command. Sheβs outsmarted men before, but is she woman enough to handle him?
The Golden Bell
β Scribed by Autumn Dawn
- Publisher
- Autumn Dawn
- Year
- 2011
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 94 KB
- Category
- Fiction
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β¦ Synopsis
Product Description
The Golden Bell
You can bring them in from the wild, but you cant always tame them.
Fallon is a man with a bloody past, and a rough and ready way with justice. Rain is a woman on the run, and now shes under his command. Shes outsmarted men before, but is she woman enough to handle him?
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