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He was a real man, after all, with more visceral emotions than she had ever felt. In the fateful garden, neither of them spoke before he disappeared. Even worse than all of that was how much she just wanted to see him again. If his arms found her again, she would never allow them to open again. He was warm and reassuring. The knowledge that they were under the same sky only helped her raw longing so much. She chuckled as she remembered the book her teacher had suggested for her last book report, Stolen by Lucy Christopher. It was about something called Stockholm Syndrome. Maybe that was what was wrong with Elle, she wondered musingly.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

Clearly, she’s developed Stockholm Syndrome. Stockholm Syndrome is a psychological reaction that occurs when hostages or victims of abuse bond with their kidnappers or perpetrators. This psychological connection develops over days, weeks, months, or even years of captivity or abuse. In Jasmine’s case, it was two years. That was more than enough. With this syndrome, hostages or abuse victims can sympathize with their captors, which is the opposite of the fear, terror and contempt that can be expected of victims in these situations. But Jasmine wasn’t aware of it. She didn’t even know she was being held captive and what’s worse, she was being emotionally and psychologically manipulated.

Or was she just a building Isabella Voss had designed? I built nothing, the voice in her head whispered. I just followed the prints. She stood up. She walked to the window. She looked down at the street. Seventy floors. If her life was a lie... if her marriage was a trap set by a dead woman and a living ghost... then what was real? Was the love real? Or was it just Stockholm Syndrome? A prisoner falling for the cellmate? She thought about the night in the Alps. The iron rings. She thought about the night on the floor. I've got you. She thought about the nursery. You can't copy a soul.

Andre Kim has a plan. To Finish his final year of university. Lead his team to a championship. Get drafted into the NHL. Only to fall catastrophically in love with his best friend's boyfriend. That last part was not in the plan. When a burst pipe floods his dorm and leaves him with one reassignment option sharing a room with Dylan, science genius, amateur boxer, and the single most beautiful person Andre has ever seen in his life he tells himself he can handle it. It's just proximity. It's just inconvenient timing. It's just the fact that Dylan doesn't even know who he is, despite wearing his name and number on the back of a custom glitter jacket.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

TRIGGER WARNING! This series contains a lot of controversial subjects that may trigger or upset some readers. This is the clear warning that this book will cover many situations such as: Kidnap, Stockholm Syndrome, R*pe/ Sexual abuse, Death, Miscarriage, Abortion, Extreme Sexual content (both mentioned and described in detail) Cheating/ Affairs, LGBTQ relationships and a relationship between family HOWEVER it's not technically incest as they are NOT blood-related. If any of these subjects upset, trigger, distress or anger you then take this as a warning NOT TO CONTINUE READING.

"And saving your husband from a higher blood pressure." A genuine laugh bubbled up in my chest. "He is just worried." "He is a menace." Romeo deadpanned, though his dark eyes sparkled with deep, brotherly affection. He picked up his clipboard from the end of the bed, scribbling something down. "That’s a typical Dante." I smiled, leaning back against the pillows. “A menace.” "Stockholm syndrome." Romeo muttered under his breath, shaking his head tragically. "Classic case. My poor sister-in-law."

Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

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