The Predator: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Romance (Dark Verse Book 1)

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Morana felt her heart thud, her chest rise and fall rapidly. "It wasn't a damn kiss. I bit you." One side of his lips quirked up even as his eyes heated. "Doesn't matter. I get my mouth on you, and you'll never be the same.” In the dark underbelly of the mob, Tristan Caine has been an anomaly. As the only non-blooded member in the high circle of the Tenebrae Outfit, he is an enigma to all - his skills unparalleled, his morality questionable, and his motives unknown. He is lethal and he knows it. So, I've made a private reader's group on Facebook for discussions, theories, exclusive and early access to teasers and lots of fun, naughty stuff. Come join the tribe! Goodreads Librarians are volunteers who help ensure the accuracy of information about books and authors in the Goodreads' catalog. The Goodreads Libra Goodreads Librarians are volunteers who help ensure the accuracy of information about books and authors in the Goodreads' catalog. The Goodreads Librarians Group is the official group for requesting additions or updates to the catalog, including:

He’d seen her vulnerable multiple times and nuzzled her jugular instead of ripping it out. He’d seen her feisty so many times and had fed her fire instead of dousing it. He’d seen her as her and despite everything, he’d not exploited that, like her own father had done so many times” Hard pause. "As much as I detest this, I'm here to talk business.""Since when does the Outfit does business with the daughter of the In that moment, the man who'd claimed her death had given her a glimpse of life by doing something he probably didn't even realize he'd done.She would remember it because, in that moment, something inside her shifted. Shifted utterly, because in that moment, the enemy, the man who hated her more than anything, had done what no one had ever done. USA TODAY and international bestselling author, RuNyx enjoys creating universes and setting them on fire. She loves to travel, wants to adopt a dog before 30, and learn different languages. When she's not writing, she's reading, traveling, meditating, daydreaming, and most of all, procrastinating. You've involved us in this and now you have to see it through.""Or else?" she demanded, raising her eyebrows, her arm starting to Tristan Caine terrified her, but it wasn't because of the death he was bringing her slowly, the death he would bring her one day, the death he raised in her. No. It was the life.” I stumbled upon writing accidentally while going through a severe depression. Writing became not just a means of expressing but also healing. It taught me to love, to live, and most importantly, it made me discover who I was."

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How do I know you don't have the codes?""I don't," he simply said. She saw the conviction in his eyes. She saw The leader of Shadow Port shivered under his heavy coat, not used to the freezing temperatures in his city in the west. The leader of the Tenebrae Outfit laughed. They saw the sun even less than he saw his wife. Jovial conversation was exchanged. The man with each leader stayed a silent observant.The Tenebrae leader opened up the trunk of his car. Two young girls, not more than eight years of age, lay there unconscious, unaware of what

I feel like an ancient soul trapped in a young body. The phoenix is my spirit animal, books are my lifesavers, and words are my lifeblood. It was the most beautiful kiss she could have ever dreamed of, the most untainted she’d ever imagined from him, with a softness she’d not thought him capable of. With his intensity, with his blazing eyes, the silent promises had been of devouring. Morana felt her brows furrow. "I know you have them.""Why?" Dante asked, making her turn towards him. MoranaThe silence was rife with something, heavy with a kind of anticipation she could not understand, almost as if they were facing off at the edge of a cliff, a breath away from plunging down.”