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My Bloody Valentine. V-Date: A Bratva Vampire Mini Series, #2
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- ISBN8233028526
- EAN9798233028526
- Date de parution08/02/2026
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- ÉditeurLinda Balsamo
Résumé
She came to forget. I came to claim. Rory × CandiceI see her the moment she storms into the club-a bride in white, fury in her eyes, and heartbreak bleeding off her like perfume. I shouldn't touch her. I'm already under scrutiny. My Bratva commander is watching our every move, and one wrong decision could end with a stake through my heart. But when she looks at me like she's daring the world to finish what it started, I know restraint is already lost. Candice doesn't want romance.
She wants control. She wants to feel something real after the man she trusted shattered her in a bathroom on her wedding day. She thinks she came here to forget. She didn't. She came for me. I can give her pleasure sharp enough to carve her open. I can break her down until surrender feels like relief. And when she begs for more-when she asks for pain that turns into peace-I give her the only forever I can offer. A bite.
A bond. A damnation that tastes like devotion. Because once I've had her blood on my tongue, I'm done pretending I can let her go.
She wants control. She wants to feel something real after the man she trusted shattered her in a bathroom on her wedding day. She thinks she came here to forget. She didn't. She came for me. I can give her pleasure sharp enough to carve her open. I can break her down until surrender feels like relief. And when she begs for more-when she asks for pain that turns into peace-I give her the only forever I can offer. A bite.
A bond. A damnation that tastes like devotion. Because once I've had her blood on my tongue, I'm done pretending I can let her go.






















