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Always My Love. Angels, Devils, Rebels & Rogues, #5
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- FormatePub
- ISBN8230089537
- EAN9798230089537
- Date de parution12/03/2025
- Protection num.Adobe DRM
- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurIndependently Published
Résumé
A promise made, a love stronger than even death itself... It began like a dream that slowly washes over the senses, teasing, promising with half-formed images. The cool shadows of Ombre Rose surrounded her and she felt herself drifting. All about she heard the murmur of the leaves, the sigh of the breeze through the overgrown vines and flowers... 'Promise me... ' The words came from somewhere...she couldn't seem to remember where.
It was then she felt it, or perhaps only imagined it, the lightest touch against her cheek, like the breath of the wind. 'Forever. Promise me.' An incredible warmth wrapped around her, almost as if someone's arms embraced her. She might have struggled, except for the arms that held her. She might have cried out, except for the lips that caressed her lips, her cheek, then retraced each touch with a fiery heat that left her breathless.
Was it a moment, an hour, a day? Was it even real?
It was then she felt it, or perhaps only imagined it, the lightest touch against her cheek, like the breath of the wind. 'Forever. Promise me.' An incredible warmth wrapped around her, almost as if someone's arms embraced her. She might have struggled, except for the arms that held her. She might have cried out, except for the lips that caressed her lips, her cheek, then retraced each touch with a fiery heat that left her breathless.
Was it a moment, an hour, a day? Was it even real?
