Bared to You (Crossfire, Book 1) by Sylvia Day
By Sylvia Day
Our trip begun in fire...
Gideon pass got here into my realistic lightning within the darkness-beautiful and incredible, jagged and white-hot. i used to be attracted to him as I'd by no means been to something or an individual in my existence. I craved his contact like a drug, even realizing it's going to weaken me. i used to be unsuitable and broken, and he opened these cracks in me so easily...
Gideon knew. He had demons of his personal. and we might develop into the mirrors that mirrored each one other's such a lot deepest wounds... and wishes.
The bonds of his love remodeled me, while I prayed that the torment of our pasts didn't tear us apart...
"When it involves brewing up scorchingly sizzling sexual chemistry, Day has few literary rivals." -- Booklist
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