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Apparently, she was one of the best psychologists in the world for women dealing with abuse. Ellie wasn’t sure if what she’d gone through counted as “domestic,” but it had definitely been violent and traumatic. She could still see James’s cruel face, still hear his harsh voice echoing in her head, still feel his blows. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him again. The memories were returning piece by piece and they were too vivid, and sometimes so real she had to remind herself she was safe.

“But she’s never alone. Someone shadows her. Quietly. He’s competent.” “David,” Veronica said, distaste tucked into a single name. “Mm.” I let the consonant sit. “He’ll try to keep it clean. He’ll fail.” “Your confidence is charming,” she said. “And occasionally dangerous.” I leaned in, lowering my voice so it felt like a pact. “Listen to me. There are three stories on the table. One: the tragic wife returns to her abuser, haloed by forgiveness. Two: the mastermind survivor exposes a monster and brings him to his knees. Three: the complicated woman reappears, and the world remembers she’s not a saint—she’s an accelerant.”

“Yeah. I mean – kinda. Sex trafficking, right?” “Yes and no. Yes, I did research into that and wrote books about it, but I wasn’t talking about sex trafficking. I was talking about my work with women who have been burned.” “Sure. I know about that.” Nick gave her a small grin. “I read your book, babe.”

Kicked against his hand playfully. “Never heard of it.” “It’s about caring more about getting someone in prison than committing the crime,” She paused. Staring blankly at the cover. “Well, it’s mostly about only finding women interesting when they’re whorish or evil.” “Maybe you should be reading something happier.” He was now sat beside her, the mattress bending to his weight, her dress crept up the backs of her thighs. “Maybe staying away from books about crime for the time being.” It was hard not to stare at her backside and wonder whether she was without any underwear or in a G-string. After all, they were talking about her father, however veiled it were.

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Rowena was almost afraid to touch it, but she played with switches, dials, and buttons until his station’s call numbers popped onto the digital display and rock music entered the room. Listening for a moment, letting the throbbing sounds soak into her skin, Rowena began trailing her hands across the other things on the shelf. She was about to turn away and explore more of his home when something stopped her. A book out of line with the others. Her eyes scanned down the spine, reading the words twice before she processed them… ‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma by Dr. Felicia Newman’. Rowena stared at the dark letters on the silver spine. Pulling it gently from the shel

Izzy was just quiet as she listened to me as I spoke while giving her the books to pile in the boxes. "We're rich, Izzy, but no money could help me escape Rian or my mind. We tied therapy a few times before Rian, but they never worked. They only made me wore, because I feel like I can't breathe on my own," I looked at the book in my hand and it was one of my favorite books, The samurai game by Christine Feehan. "These books," I whispered as a tear fell from my eyes, "they need to go. I need to face my reality, and these books are preventing me from doing it," Izzy stood up and hugged me.

(Pregnant For The bully) first. Okay, this is a note for sensitive readers. This book is a steamy romance. it has sexual themes, dark themes and verbal abuse. This book is entirely fiction. Abuse, either sexual, physical or verbal is a very real thing in our world. I do NOT condone any behavior of such, nor do I think it's okay. This is purely fiction once again. Thanks for reading, you can all fasten your seatbelts for a rollercoaster of emotions, love, romance, family, lust and desire. Happy reading!

No matter what he might have done. ‘You know,’ one of the policemen says, ‘this isn't the first time we see this.’ Annika frowns. ‘This? What’s that supposed to mean?’ ‘Well, this kind of emotion. Victims of domestic violence, who feel like people who harm their tormentors are some sort of saviors, so they idealize them.’ Her eyes are wide-open now, and her mouth reminds of a baek, waiting to be fed.