she_osprey

[COMPLETED] 
"Rome wasn't built in a day, nor was her revenge."
 
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He had taken her family, so Amelia was going to take everything from him. Literally. 

She may have been in love, but she hated him more, with every breath she took, and no matter what happened, forgiveness wasn't a choice. She would give him a taste of his own medicine and didn't care that she could lose herself in the process.

If anything, she had come from the ashes he had forced her into.

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It was a game of power - sacrifices had to be made and blood would flow this time. 

They share a bed, they share a home, they share literally everything, or not. They both have secrets. Secrets that tie them together and doom them at the same time. They are both strong-willed and can fight their own battles.

Standing on opposite sides, love and betrayal face each other, while regrets and kisses take the back seat. In a world where the bullets decide who lives and who leaves, who will take the first shot?

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[Cannot be read as a standalone] - To understand the storyline, you have to read the first book, THE CRADLE OF LOVE.

OTHER WORKS:

CRADLE OF LOVE [PREQUEL]
WHOSE ALPHA
NIKITA

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Bullets by Dawn

Saturday had been good for the brothers and they were finally taking a break from the exhaustion. They had played golf, had raced on horses, played poker, basically they had had the weekend of their lives. 


Funny how that would end the moment they opened the television in their playroom. There on television was the worst news that could ever suffice for Ryan, but the worst, not yet. The worst was yet to come. 


This was simply icing on the cake of shit that was being served right back at him by the very woman he had snatched her family away from. 


This was nothing compared to what was coming and Lia knew it. She knew because she was the brains behind it all. 


Alex looked at Ryan and confirmed his suspicions. Ryan Collins had never taken time to grieve the death of his father. He had avoided talking about it because he figured no one would ever bring it up. 


The Beginning of The End