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She Walked In Like A Line Of A Song
She walked in like trouble dressed in lipstick and leather. Trixie Vane doesn't just turn heads-she leaves a trail of chaos, broken promises, and smouldering cigarette ends. In the backrooms of smoky Essex bars and the shadowed corners of Chelmsford's streets, she's the kind of woman who can make danger look like a dare. Silias Creed, the man with more past than future, knows better than to follow.
He follows anyway. Because when Trixie walks into your life, you don't get to decide what happens next-you just hold on, pour another whisky, and pray the bullets miss. Gritty. Sharp. British noir with a pulse. If you like femme fatales, dark alleys, and a hint of lipstick on your whiskey glass, you're already in too deep.
He follows anyway. Because when Trixie walks into your life, you don't get to decide what happens next-you just hold on, pour another whisky, and pray the bullets miss. Gritty. Sharp. British noir with a pulse. If you like femme fatales, dark alleys, and a hint of lipstick on your whiskey glass, you're already in too deep.
She walked in like trouble dressed in lipstick and leather. Trixie Vane doesn't just turn heads-she leaves a trail of chaos, broken promises, and smouldering cigarette ends. In the backrooms of smoky Essex bars and the shadowed corners of Chelmsford's streets, she's the kind of woman who can make danger look like a dare. Silias Creed, the man with more past than future, knows better than to follow.
He follows anyway. Because when Trixie walks into your life, you don't get to decide what happens next-you just hold on, pour another whisky, and pray the bullets miss. Gritty. Sharp. British noir with a pulse. If you like femme fatales, dark alleys, and a hint of lipstick on your whiskey glass, you're already in too deep.
He follows anyway. Because when Trixie walks into your life, you don't get to decide what happens next-you just hold on, pour another whisky, and pray the bullets miss. Gritty. Sharp. British noir with a pulse. If you like femme fatales, dark alleys, and a hint of lipstick on your whiskey glass, you're already in too deep.
