Hearts Break is book three (#3) of the Wicked Hearts At War series. Cliffhanger warning for book one and book two. Containing adult and dark themes, teen drama, bullying, swearing, some non consensual steamy moments, and potential triggers. Publisher Note: This is book two of Wicked Hearts At War, coming of age, new adult, teen bully stepbrother romance, redemption story. Not now we’re practically adults, at the most prestigious hospitality institute in Europe.Īnd he might think he knows how to be the bully. I was the one who made his life hell when we were kids at school. Shattered his heart into a thousand pieces.īut this is my life we’re talking about.
I ruined his reputation, scarred his soul. Only now he looks at me with pure hatred. No longer the geeky kid with glasses, but a gorgeous, sculpted to perfection Adonis. He may have grown, buffed up and filled out. My study partner and company rival, no less. I never meant to crush him while I climbed to the top, but he was too easy. Idolised and adored, privileged and perfect in every way.īut saints have sins, so I’ve kept mine well hidden. I’ve always been that girl, the one you want to be deep down. Shattered his heart into a thousand pieces. Please read book one, War Of Hearts, first as this series MUST be read in order.īuried his reputation and burned his soul. Wicked Hearts is book two (#2) of the Wicked Hearts At War series. If you would like to stay up on all things bookish, join Mallory's and Rosa's Facebook groups to get teasers and information first! and You can read the first chapters of this book in the A Night of Sin and Corruption Anthology releasing on September 30th. Hell hath no fury like a woman trapped, and the last thing they'll see is a flash of green as I take everything that belonged to them and watch it burn.Ī Night of Revelry and Envy is part of the multi-author, Vices and Hedonism shared world and anthology.
They're determined to take the one thing I have left my heart.īut vengeance sits like a serpent coiled around the organ, ready to strike down her enemies with fangs and poison, leaving no prisoners. Like their sires, they are drawn to me, their darkness trying to consume me, body and soul. Then one night they arrive, the sons of my captors, the ghosts of my past, desperate to prove themselves worthy of the tarnished crown that one day they will inherit. Forced to play into their dark depraved desires, my body is no longer my own. My life has never been my own, my childhood was stolen from me by wicked men with greedy hands.
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