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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.
How did I fall in love with a man who was sent to kill me?
The last thing I expected when I walked into my shift was to be ambushed by a man that looks like he’s killed more people than I want to know about. He has stubbles across his square jawline. His eyes are dark, cold and empty. Like there’s no more softness left in him. Pure evil stares back at me. I’ve seen that sort of emptiness before. He has one demand of me; never come back. I’ve never been good at doing what I’m told. So here I am, poking a monster.
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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.
How did I fall in love with a man who was sent to kill me?
The last thing I expected when I walked into my shift was to be ambushed by a man that looks like he’s killed more people than I want to know about. He has stubbles across his square jawline. His eyes are dark, cold and empty. Like there’s no more softness left in him. Pure evil stares back at me. I’ve seen that sort of emptiness before. He has one demand of me; never come back. I’ve never been good at doing what I’m told. So here I am, poking a monster.