Max has never admitted to anyone that he dreams about his past, snippets of dreams about people he’s sure are his parents… reading him a book, raising him up in the air, calling him another name he can’t remember… They seemed happy. So why did he find himself growing up at an orphanage?
Celine is always haunted by the event that changed her life forever, her sister getting taken. When her sister disappeared, she wished it had been her instead. They said she was dead, but she knew deep in her heart that her sister was still alive. Haunted by her past, she navigates her day-to-day tasks like a sleeping robot, waiting to be awakened by the right operator.
Two individuals, thrown together by fate whose secrets might destroy the fabric of their existence. Will they find the love lurking in the shadows or will it remain elusive?
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Some dialogue and instances might be familiar if you’ve read Clara’s Mystery, but this is all from Max’s perspective, and this book runs alongside the same timeline as the first book. 
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Celine swallowed the lump in her throat and touched her lips with the tip of her tongue. It was probably a bad idea because Max just moved his gaze to her lips as his pupils dilated. 
Her heart thumped a little faster, and she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. She could not look away. She could feel the tension in the air and could feel her control slipping. In her mind, she was kissing those lips right now while she stared longingly.
The server came while they were staring at each other, too caught up in the moment, forgetting they were at the restaurant, figuring out the next thing to do. 
Get out of there and continue the seduction, or let the tension build until the end of the night?
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Max's Revelation - Orphan Trilogy

Tory raised her right brow. ‘What? You think you’re the only one who can do it?’ 


‘I’m not going to defend myself. What I do with the men in those pictures is my business, but if you should know. Most of them are business deals, just like the one you are entering now. I don’t require the men to sleep with me. Plus, most of them could've been my son. What would he think if he found out I slept with men who could have been one of your friends... I mean his friends.’ 


‘So do not worry, Max Johnson, I am not here to sleep with you. And please call me Tory as everyone does. It’s my designer label.’ 


‘So what is it you really need from me?’ 


‘Nothing. I wanted to be your friend.’ She smiled as she picked up the dessert spoon. ‘I don’t want Nathan and his kind to succeed. They should change their ways already. Plus, I want you to get the girl and be happy because that makes me happy.’ She said as she looked at him sincerely. 
