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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
He was the boy held captive in the basement. I was the girl who knew.
But I never told a soul. I had innocent lives to protect. And this was the only way.
He was my friend first. My lover second. We wanted to be free, to make a life together. But that was a dream we knew would never come true.
Prisoners of my ruthless father, we could not escape the horror we were forced to endure-until I drew a weapon on the only boy who ever loved me.
And as they drag me away, screaming his name, I hope he's still breathing.
Because our story, it's not over yet.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
He was the boy held captive in the basement. I was the girl who knew.
But I never told a soul. I had innocent lives to protect. And this was the only way.
He was my friend first. My lover second. We wanted to be free, to make a life together. But that was a dream we knew would never come true.
Prisoners of my ruthless father, we could not escape the horror we were forced to endure-until I drew a weapon on the only boy who ever loved me.
And as they drag me away, screaming his name, I hope he's still breathing.
Because our story, it's not over yet.