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Zusatztext "Stein's writing is wholly her own...You are guaranteed a unique experience every time you read a Charlotte Stein book." Informationen zum Autor Charlotte Stein is the RT and DABWAHA nominated author of over fifty short stories, novellas, and novels, including the New York Times reviewed When Grumpy Met Sunshine . When not writing deeply emotional and intensely sexy books, she can be found eating jelly turtles, getting way too excited over a million movies and TV shows, and occasionally lusting after moustaches. She lives in Leeds with her family. Klappentext I believed I would never be able to trust any man again. That kindness was only for fools and would lead me down that same terrible path into darkness. I thought so with every fiber of my being?and then I met Noah Gideon Grant. Everyone says he's dangerous. He never comes out of his house?a place that looks like it could be featured in Serial Killers Monthly. But the thing is ... I think something happened to him too. I know the chemistry between us isn't just in my head. I know he feels it, but he's holding back. The pleasure he gives me is unreal?if only I could give something in return. If only he would let me in. I think I can make him feel something good. And for the first time in forever, I want to. He's made a labyrinth of himself. Now all I need to do is dare to find my way through. Zusammenfassung “Brutally beautiful, gripping and sexy. I felt every second of this book down to my toes.” —New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Tessa Bailey I believed I would never be able to trust any man again. That kindness was only for fools and would lead me down that same terrible path into darkness. I thought so with every fiber of my being—and then I met Noah Gideon Grant. Everyone says he's dangerous. He never comes out of his house—a place that looks like it could be featured in Serial Killers Monthly. But the thing is . . . I think something happened to him too. I know the chemistry between us isn’t just in my head. I know he feels it, but he’s holding back. The pleasure he gives me is unreal—if only I could give something in return. If only he would let me in. I think I can make him feel something good. And for the first time in forever, I want to. He's made a labyrinth of himself. Now all I need to do is dare to find my way through. ...
