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Rogue par [Evans, Katy]
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Rogue

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Greyson


I’ve got my dick buried inches deep in a mewling woman’s cunt when I first become aware of the click of my front door. I pull out and grab a handful of bedsheets, toss them over to her, and she moans in protest over being without my dick anymore.

“Cover up, sugar, you have three seconds . . .”

Two.

One.

The first to materialize in my door is Derek. “Your father wants you.” Next to him is my asshole half brother, Wyatt, and he looks none too pleased to see me. What can I say? It’s mutual. I jump into my jeans. “He sent two of you?” I ask, almost laughing. “If I were a girl, I guess this would be the part where my feelings get hurt.”

Both men walk into the room, checking out the territory with quick flicks of their eyes. They don’t see me coming. In less than a second, I’ve got Derek pinned up against the wall and I’ve got Wyatt in a choke hold. I spin them to face the door as I watch the rest of the men shuffle in. Seven of them, plus the two squirming in my hold. The nine-member squad composes the Underground enforcing committee led by my father—every man here with a different level of skills. None, not a single one of them, as skilled as I.

“You know damn well if it involved you, it’d be a nine-man mission,” Eric Slater, my father’s brother and right hand, says as he steps inside. Eric is stern, silent, and dangerous. He’s my uncle and the closest thing to a dad I had growing up. He taught me to live among my father’s private little mob—no, not live. He taught me to survive. To take my circumstances and thrive. Because of him, I grew smarter, stronger, meaner. I learned whatever there was to learn, multiplied by the billionth power. The power of kill or be killed. Doesn’t matter if you’ll use the skill, it’s an insurance. Ever heard of insurances, boy? People who have insurances rarely use them. It’s those who don’t have shit who end up needing one. See that arrow? Use it. See that knife? Wield it, fling it, learn how to use the least amount of effort to do the most amount of damage. . . .

I’ve got all kinds of insurances. My entire mind is a computer programmed to think the worst of a situation, all in less than a second. Right now, I know for a fact all these men are armed. Some of them carry two weapons, under their socks, at the small of their backs, or in the front flaps of their jackets. Eric watches my eyes scan each and every one of them, and he smiles, clearly proud of me. He opens his jacket and looks down at the gun on his hip. “You want to touch my piece? Here you go, Grey.” He pulls it out and extends it, the barrel in his hand.

I let go of the two men in my grasp when I sense Wyatt is about two seconds from passing out. I pull them back, then with a shove send them smashing against the wall. “I don’t give a shit what he wants to say to me,” I state.

Eric looks around my bedroom. My apartment is perfectly clean. I don’t do mess. I have a reputation and I like hearing a pin drop . . . the reason I heard these assholes enter my studio loft in the first place. “Still banging these whores? With that fucking face, you can get a goddess, Grey.”

He eyes the woman in my bed. She’s no masterpiece, true, but she looks just fine pressed down against the mattress with her ass in the air, and she expects absolutely nothing of me except money. Money I can give. Money and cock, both of which I have in abundance.

I grab the dress on the floor and toss it to the whore. “Time to get out and go home, sweetheart.” Then to Eric: “My answer is no.”

I peel off a couple of bills from a stack on my nightstand and push them into the whore’s extended hand. She makes a big show out of rolling them into her bra, and the men part to let her pass, some of them whistling while she flips them off.

Eric comes closer to me and lowers his voice. “He’s got leukemia, Greyson. He needs to pass on the reins to his son.”

“Don’t look at me like I can feel pity anymore.”

“He’s got the act cleaned up. No more killing. All the businesses are strictly financial now. We’ve no more open enemies. The Underground is quite a successful enterprise, and he wants to officially pass it on to his son. Are you that cold blooded you’d deny him his last request?”

“What can I say, his blood runs through my veins.” I grab a black T-shirt and jerk it on, not out of modesty, but so that I can start loading up my babies. My Glock, a Ka-Bar, two smaller knives, two silver stars.

“Boy . . .” He steps to me, and I meet his lone dark eye—not the fake one. I haven’t seen him in several years. He’s the one who taught me how to use a .38 Special. “He’s dying,” he stresses meaningfully, curling his hand over my shoulder. “It won’t be long. He’s got six months, if not less.”

“I’m surprised he thought I’d care.”

“Maybe when you’re done womanizing, you’ll start to care. We”—he points at the men in the room—“want you to be the one who takes control. We’ll be loyal to you.”

I cross my arms and look at my half brother, Wyatt, the “Whiz”—my father’s pet. “As long as I’m his lapdog and do as he says? No thanks.”

“We’ll be loyal to you,” he stresses. “Only you.”

He jerks his head toward the guys. One of them cuts the center of his palm. Soon they all follow.

Blood starts dripping on my floor.

Eric ducks his head and slices his own palm. “We’re pledging to you.” He holds out his bleeding hand.

“I’m not your leader,” I say.

“You will be our leader when you realize your father is finally willing to reveal your mother’s location.”

Ice spreads through my veins, and my voice hardens as Eric mentions her. “What do you know about my mother?”

“He knows where she is, and it’ll die with him if you don’t come with us. Morphine makes him delusional. We need you back, Greyson.”

My face reveals nothing of the turmoil I feel. My mother. The only good I remember. I’ll never forget the look on her face when I made my first kill. Right in front of her, I lost my humanity and let my mother see that her son had turned into an animal. “Where is he?” I growl out.

“He’s flying to a fight location; we have a plane ready to meet him there.”

I shove things into a black duffel. A laptop. More weapons. When you deal with my father, you can’t deal with him straight. My father taught me to be crooked. Guess I learned from the best. I grab my Leatherman tool knife, cut deeply into my palm, and slam it into Eric’s hand, our bloods meshing. “Until we find her,” I whisper. The other men come over and shake hands with me.

I search their eyes and make sure they meet my stare. There’s a threat in my gaze and I know that if they know me, they’ll heed it.

No matter what words are spoken, what acts are committed, I never, ever take my eyes off someone else’s. The way they flick to the left or to the right, a tiny flicker, tells me more than when I hack into someone’s computer. But I do that too.

I trust no one. My right hand does not trust my left. But as the most powerful of the nine men I’m faced with, the one I least trust is Eric Slater. As it happens, he’s the one I most care about too. He and my friend C. C. Hamilton—but C.C.’s been visiting me even after I left, secretly helping me track my mother. I trust him as far as I could ever trust a human being. Which still means I interrogate the crap out of him every time he comes in. I can never be sure if my father knows he’s meeting me.

Hell, even with the blood oath, I’m going to have to test each and every one of these men’s loyalties before they can get any semblance of trust from me.

♥  ♥  ♥

NOW, AN AIRPLANE flight later, we find my father in a closed room wired with cameras, in the Los Angeles Underground. The Underground is our livelihood. A place where fighters square off against each other every season, two or three times a week. We organize events, sell tickets, program the fights in warehouses, bars, parking lots—wherever we can get the people in and get a good deal. The tickets alone make us a fortune. But the gambling on the side makes us ten times more.

Tonight, we’re in a warehouse-turned-bar crammed with screaming people and rowdy fights. I used to enjoy strategically planning the locations where the fights would take place, which fighter would face who next, but it’s all being taken care of by the rest of the team. Everything from the organizing, to the fights, to the gambling.

I head down with Eric as the fights are under way, my eyes scanning the crowd, gauging the number of spectators, the location of security cameras, the exits.

We access a small dark hallway and then stop at the final door before Eric jerks it open. “I take your presence here tonight as acceptance of my offer?” my father asks the moment the door swings open and I step inside. I check the room for the exits, windows, the number of people.

He laughs, but it’s not a strong sound.

“When you’re done wondering if I have a sniper around ready to hit you, maybe you’d come closer. One would think my mere presence offends you.”

I smile coldly at him. Julian Slater is called “Slaughter” among his enemies; he’s been suspected as a man who silences his problems the old way. Even weak and in a wheelchair, I will never underestimate the damage my father can do. In a world measuring one’s destructive capabilities, my father would be the nuclear bomb, and wouldn’t you know it? Bastard’s already throwing verbal vomit my way. “You look fit as a bull, Greyson. I bet you still turn tires for fun and do a couple of cunts in your sleep. I’d give more than a penny to know what your thoughts are right now, and you know how stingy I can be. Hell, you know what I do if a single penny is stolen from me.”

“I remember clearly. Being I’ve done the dirty work for you. So let’s spare you that penny. I’m thinking, why bother to wait for you to die? I could smash your oxygen tank right now and take care of you nicely.” Slowly, I hold his gaze with a cold smile, pull out my black leather gloves from the back pocket of my jeans, and start sliding one hand inside.

He glares at me for a quiet moment. “When you’re done disrespecting, go and clean up, Greyson.”

One of the guys steps forward with a suit.

I calmly slip my hand into my other leather glove.

“As before, no one will know your name,” my father begins in a softer tone. “You can have money and the life you want as my son—in fact, I demand you live like a prince. But I need your head and heart in this. The job comes first, and I’ll have your word on that.”

“I have no heart, but you can have my head. The job is all there is and all that’s ever been. I AM my job.”

Silence.

We survey each other.

I can see the respect in his eyes, even, maybe, a little fear. I’m no longer a thirteen-year-old, easily bullied by him.

“For the past five years of your absence, my clients . . .” he begins, “. . . they’ve seen no weakness from us at the Underground. We can’t forgive a single cent owed or we’ll be seen as weak—and right now there are many collections left to be done.”

“Why not have your minions do it?”

“Because there’s no one as clean as you. Not even the fighters know who you are. Zero trace. You’re in, you’re out, no casualties, and a hundred percent success rate.”

Eric pulls out my father’s old Beretta and offers it to me as some peace symbol, and when I find it in my hand, slightly over two pounds of steel, I find myself flipping it around and aiming it at my father’s forehead. “How about instead I take your Beretta Storm and encourage you to start telling me where my mother is first?”

He looks at me icily. “When you get the job done, I’ll reveal your mother’s location.”

I cock the gun instead. “You can die first, old man. You’re well on your way already and I want to see her.”

My father’s eyes flick to Eric, and then to me. I wonder if Eric will really be “loyal” to me while my father sits there, pretty as you please.

“If I die,” my father begins, “her location will be safely revealed in an envelope, already in a secure location. But I won’t reveal shit until you prove to me, through the collection of what every name on this list owes me, that you are—even after these years apart—loyal to me. You do that, Greyson, and the Underground is yours.”

Eric walks over to a nearby chest and produces a long list.

“We won’t be using your real name,” Eric whispers as he hands it over. “You’re the Enforcer now, our Collector; you go by your old alias.”

“Zero,” the rest of the men in the room say, almost reverently. Because I have zero identity, and leave zero traces. I run through cell phones like I run through socks. I am a nothing, a number, not even human. “Maybe I don’t respond to that alias anymore,” I mutter, curling my fingers inside my leather gloves before I stretch them out and open the list.

“You will respond to it because you’re my son. And you want to see her. Now get changed, and work your way down the list.”

I scan the names, top to bottom. “Forty-eight people to blackmail, scare, torture, or simply rob in order to get my mother’s location?”

“Forty-eight people who owe me, who have something that belongs to me that needs to be retrieved.”

A familiar chill settles deep in my bones as I grab the suit by the hanger and head to the door, trying to calculate how long getting pertinent information about each of these debtors will take me. How many months it’ll take me to meet with them, try to bargain the nice way—then the hard way.

“Oh, and son,” he calls, his voice gaining strength as I spin around. “Welcome back.”

I send him an icy smile. Because he’s not sick. I’d bet this list on it. But I want to find my mother. The only thing in my life I’ve ever loved. If I have to kill to find her, I will.

“I hope your death is slow,” I whisper at my father, looking into his cold slate eyes. “Slow and painful.”

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"Completely mind-blowing" --RT Book Reviews on ROGUE 
Book 4 of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Real series.

HE SAYS HE'S NO GOOD FOR HER.
SHE HATES THAT HE MIGHT BE RIGHT.

Brook Dumas found Remington Tate in REAL, and now it's her best friend Melanie's turn to find the man who makes her heart sing. After years of searching, one night in the rain, the strong and mysterious Greyson King comes to her rescue. He's bold, and maybe just the lover, friend, and protector she's been searching for. When they make love, he says her name like it means something. Like she means something--and that's everything she's ever wanted.
He disappears for days without a word, and when he's around, he says he'll only hurt her. Buy when he's away, her heart hurts more.
 
Then Melanie uncovers the dark world he'd been determined to keep hidden, and suspects that their random first meeting might have not been so random after all.
 
Caught in a free fall of emotions, Melanie has no one to catch her but the man she should be running from. . .
 
But what do you do when your Prince Charming has gone Rogue?

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HASH(0x8d8bfb10) étoiles sur 5 SO HOT - SO EMOTIONAL - SUCH AN AWESOME STORY!!! 29 juillet 2014
Par Natasha is a Book Junkie - Publié sur Amazon.com
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“As long as I have breath in me, you’re going to be my princess.”

Whoa. Why was I not told I’d need one of those walk-in freezers while reading this book? Apart from being one of my most scorching reads of the year, the ‘realness’ of the love story took me totally off guard, and held me captive until the very last word. This is a book I expected to like, and found myself obsessively devouring. The level of emotion, the raw chemistry between the characters, the insight into both their personalities—this book was the total package for me and one I’d recommend unreservedly.

“I get up every morning and put on my perfect face and promise myself to have the perfect day and to someday have the perfect family. But I’m failing.”

We met Melanie Meyers in previous instalments of the series as Brooke’s loyal best friend, but it is not until now that we meet the real Melanie and the hopeless dreamer behind the mouthy vixen. Melanie has always been the perfect daughter, the bright hope in her parents’ life, perennially bubbly and optimistic, her appearance and attitude reflecting that positivity and cheerfulness. Deep down, however, Melanie feels like a fraud, unworthy of the life she was given because she keeps failing at the one thing her parents wish the most for her—finding a good man and falling head over heels in love with him. She keeps ‘kissing frogs’ in the hope of finding the man of her dreams, but all she is ever left with is a string of one-night stands and a heart that keeps breaking from the constant sting of disappointment. And yet, Melanie never stops hoping that her perfect man would suddenly walk into her life and love her the way she craves to be loved, the way she sees her friend Brooke being loved by her husband—completely and desperately.

“I am prepared to fall, and fall hard, if only I would just find him.”

Her loneliness and desire to have at least some parts of her life fall into place drive her to make the kind of mistake that puts her entire future in jeopardy, the very mistake that brings a dangerous man like Greyson King into her life.

“F*** her prince charming. She’s getting me.”

Greyson is the ‘heir apparent’ to an organisation that sets up fighting events all across the country, called the Underground. They are also in charge of all gambling activities related to the fights, and Greyson is their collector, a ruthless man with very particular talents and an unmatched success rate. But Greyson never wanted the life he was forced to live or the future he is now asked to embrace. When his only weakness is used against him, he accepts a job that makes him cross paths with the only woman who has ever made him wish he were someone else.

“She makes me feel like I’m not a robot, like I’m flesh and blood, a man, not a number, not a job . . . not a monster, not a bastard, not a zero.”

What starts as just one night of earth-shattering passion, slowly grows into an emotional connection neither of them can deny. When they are in each other’s arms, nothing else matters, they belong to one another body and soul, but when they are apart, their personal demons try to pull them apart and make them doubt what their hearts have known from the very beginning—they belong to each other. While Greyson is convinced that his hands are too dirty to be worthy of a woman like Melanie, she allows her insecurities to make her believe that a man like Greyson could never love and want to keep someone like her, regardless of how much of her love, of herself she gives to him.

“He is the one. The one who’s going to wreck me. Hurt me. Demolish me. The one who is going to remove every inch of the girl in me. He will be the memory I will never forget, and good or bad, he will be THE one I dream of.”

I’ll be honest, I never expected to find this story, or rather, the intensity of it, when I first started reading this book. The way these characters were developed so flawlessly and so meticulously made me feel like I understood their every move, their every though, their every emotional struggle. I simply got them. And don’t get me started on the chemistry between them because it is electric. Devastating. Epic. The sex scenes between Melanie and Greyson are so powerful, urgent, almost savage in the way these characters part with their inhibitions and self-control while their bodies take over. This author has a very unique talent for transforming even the most explicit of sex scenes into moments of pure emotional vulnerability and demonstrativeness which end up only tying these characters even further to one another. I was overwhelmed, utterly ruined by those scenes, everything about them being just right for my taste.

“I look at him, and he doesn’t scare me. He lures me. He tempts me, exhilarates me. He makes me want to claim him as if I’m claiming back a part of me that was once lost. Makes me want to tame him. Let him tame me.”

There is also something extremely appealing to me about a heroine who is so emotionally unguarded and yet so resilient. Melanie’s strength of character, her unwillingness to let go of her dreams, even after so many disappointments, and her courage to put her heart on the line time after time, are qualities that made me love her from the very first page. Greyson might have been the dominant ‘alpha male’ in this scenario, but it is Melanie’s persistent heart that was the true hero of the story. I loved their romance beginning to end, every component of it fit just right, including the language used by the characters, and I found myself without objections.

“You are so f***ing mine you don’t even know how mine you are.”

A deeply emotional story, a story that caught me by surprise and made me adore every delicious, dirrrty moment of it. I was enthralled, I was moved, I was bewitched, and I never wanted it to end.

“Whoever you end up with, just know you were mine first. A part of you will always be mine. When you find your prince charming, the one who has everything you’re looking for, perfect, you’ll still be my f***ing princess and not any other’s.”
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HASH(0x8d8bfb64) étoiles sur 5 I LOVED THIS BOOK. My favorite book in one of my favorite series! 20 décembre 2014
Par Jessica Baker - Publié sur Amazon.com
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I've put off reviewing this book since I finished it. Pretty much what happened was I closed the book, sat there, and was like "WHAT ARE WORDS?" I've loved Katy Evans' REAL series for a while now. Brooke and Remy pulled my heart all over the place and made me feel all kinds of happy. But Greyson and his princess... This on was above and beyond to me. One of my absolute favorite books, and definitely my favorite book in the series.

Melanie was the kind of character that believed in love. She believed in finding the right person and living happily ever after--like she'd seen her best friend do with Mr. Remington Tate. And she wants that for herself. I feel like I really understood Mel, and that led to me relating to her beyond how I did for Brooke or how I would for Pandora in Ripped (which I already read and reviewed--because I was stalling on this review, ha). I understood where she was coming from, and I loved how optimistic she was in the grand scheme of things. She tried and she tried hard to get what she wanted. Until finally, Greyson King popped into her life...

Greyson is not the commitment type of guy. He's quiet and lethal. He doesn't trust anyone, and he isn't emotional. He's just does what he has to do. Then he talks to Melanie. And spends time with her. And goodness, this guy. He claimed to be the worst thing for her, but he was so...just so freaking GOOD. In the ways that truly counted, Greyson King was the very best, and he still is and ohsweetgoodness I love him. He's this stoic guy, but then for her he can be sweet. He can interact with parents and friends. He can spend a whole night asking her about herself because he really wants to know. Page by page in this book, I fell for Greyson and I fell hard.

So obviously I was head over heels for the romance. My favorite thing about this was the dynamic. I LOVE when there's a guy--like Greyson--who's quiet and strong and fierce and he ends up with a girl--like Melanie--who is perky and cheerful. Together, Greyson and Melanie were the closest thing to perfection. She's the light to his dark, he's the hard to her soft. The fit as a couple so well. Grey & Mel are definitely one of my top ten favorite couples. I love them together, and I miss them!

The writing in this book was passionate, as Katy Evans always writes. It was addicting and pulled me in so quick. The writing pulled me in, and then the characters and their story held me there until I reached the end and started wishing for more. The story is written in dual POV, which I am a fan of, especially when it means getting to spend time in the mind of Greyson King. As a whole, I was completely satisfied with the events of this novel. There was only one thing that might have made me twitchy, but that didn't end up really being a problem, so my enjoyment wasn't hindered in the least. From beginning to end, this book made me feel all the feels and ended with my heart all aflutter.

Overall, Rogue is my favorite book in the REAL series. The story of Greyson and his princess was one that tugged at my heart and ended by making me all kinds of happy. Rogue is yet another beautifully written masterpiece by Katy Evans, and I can't wait to get my hands on another!
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HASH(0x8d8bff9c) étoiles sur 5 King Greyson!! **Reviewed for Bound By Books Book Review** 13 août 2014
Par Jonelle Bound By Books - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Format Kindle Achat vérifié
When one thinks of Katy Evans' Real Series, one character comes to mind... Remington "Riptide" Tate. And rightfully so, in my humble opinion. Never has there been a character so raw, so alpha, so real. Well Remy, there's a new hot and sexy sheriff in town and his name is Greyson King and he has eyes for one girl... Brooke's best friend Melanie.

Melanie has always thought she was only worth the party, the one night stand, never the happily ever after and certainly not the prince charming she always dreamed of. That all changes one rainy night when Greyson comes to her rescue and a tortuous love affair begins. The problem is, they both have secrets. Big, dangerous secrets, like what Greyson does professionally and what has Melanie selling off most of everything she owns. What happens when the secrets they tried so hard to keep, come out in the open? And who is Zero?

Katy Evans writes sex like no one else. Anyone that's met Remy and Brooke, can attest to that. It's no different for Greyson and Melanie. It's passion, heat and carnal. And it's freaking awesome!! Bedrooms scenes expertly woven into an intricate plot that has a little suspense, a little danger and even some Remy, makes for a fluid story that doesn't disappoint. Rogue gets 4.5 stars from me!
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HASH(0x8d8bff84) étoiles sur 5 Greyson 31 juillet 2014
Par andrewsheath - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Format Kindle
I was so excited about this book and then I read it and it disappointed me a little. I mean I loved how alpha and sexy Greyson was, "I'm going to give you the effing of your life, princess." Don't get me wrong I loved reading the book but I felt something was missing, and to me it wasn't as good as Remy and Brook's story. I loved being inside Greyson's head that was probably my favorite part of the book, "eff me again, but she looks adorable, somehow vulnerable and playful. She makes me effing hot." He's also learning the ways of compromising, "you can do anything you want with my apartment as long as I get to do anything I want with you," he tells me in his most sexy voice." I'm looking forward to the next book in the series.
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HASH(0x8d281468) étoiles sur 5 Real love! I love this series!! 17 décembre 2014
Par Jessica Wilde - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Format Kindle
Katy Evans has done it again!
I honestly wasn't sure how much I would like Melanie and Greyson. I knew I would love the story, but Evans has not only given us another incredible, real, heart throbbing, unable to put down story, she has remade, redefined, and perfectly captured REAL love!
This woman can write sexual tension like you wouldn't believe. She can write the heat and desire a man feels for his woman and make it yours! She takes your breath away in her description of just a LOOK. A look that makes your toes curl.

Seriously! When I read about Brooke and Remy, I knew I would never read real love, desire, sacrifice, do-anything-for-it love like they had ever again. She captures the most base feelings in her writing in a way, to me, that no one else can. I wasn't sure if she could write the sexual tension like that again and I had never read it like that before. Just a LOOK! Evans can describe a look in a way that makes you FEEL it! She can describe a kiss in the way that makes you LIVE it. I have read a lot of books, but nothing has captured me the way her books have.
I had no idea she could do it again, just as powerful, just as intense!
If you haven't read her before, drop everything and start now. Read Real and you will know exactly what I am talking about. Read Mine and you will understand the way she can describe a love so intense that it rips you apart in the best way. Read Remy and you will see how she can get into the mind of a man so intense, so one of a kind, with a little bit of dark in him, and in love and make you feel every detail of it.
Read Rogue and you will see her do it all over again, giving us something so different but just as freaking intense.
Katy Evans captures the PASSION, the burn that one feels down to the very cell that started them. Then she multiplies it by 100 and makes you feel it even deeper.
Grayson and Melanie blew my mind. Their story was fresh and their minds were opened up to me in a way that made me LIVE this story.
There was action, mystery, irony, heart break, love, passion, friendship, and loss. This book had everything and more.

5 + REAL PASSIONATE, HOT DOWN TO THE VERY FIBER OF MY BEING STARS!!
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