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“I don’t know. You just seem different now. Distant. Like you have PTSD.” I knew from where I spoke. My TSD got P’d when I was tortured by a monster named Earl.”

Book:Fifth Grave Past the Light

Work

Fifth Grave Past the Light

In this mystery novel, the protagonist delves into intricate cases, balancing their personal struggles with their dedication to uncovering the truth. more

Author

Darynda Jones

Darynda Jones, born in 1965, is an acclaimed American author known for her unique sense of humor and emotional depth in her novels. Her works have gained widespread attention and praise from readers. more

“He bit down, welding his teeth together as he tried to explain. "I didn't want you to see... my world. I never wanted you to see where I came from. And I damned sure didn't want you to see me in that place. To see the monster." How ridiculous and vulnerable he could be over the craziest things. I wanted to kick him. But mostly I wanted to rip off his clothes because that was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Reyes walking through smoke and ash, literally made of fire, his body startlingly powerful, his allure breathtaking. His lids narrowed as he tried to read my emotions. Or maybe he'd already read them and thought he misunderstood. Stepping closer, braced both hands on the wall beside my head. Then he bent until his mouth was inches from mine. "You really are a god," he said, in awe of me when he had no idea the depths of my astonishment, of my awe of him. "And you really were created in the fires of sin." "You're repulsed?" "Oh yes," I said, curling my fingers into the hem of his shirt and coaxing him closer. "Completely.”

Love Adorable Sexiness Charley Davidson Reyes Farrow Charley Reyes

Book:Eighth Grave After Dark

Source: Eighth Grave After Dark

“Psychologists call this dynamic a “not me” experience: People have a character structure that does not allow them to see certain realities as part of themselves. They project things onto others and cannot own their own flaws.”

Relationships Psychology Personal Responsibility Blame Game Projecting

Author:Henry Cloud

“I am sorry," I whispered to Reyes. He wrapped his long fingers around my neck and buried his face in my hair. He smelled like a lightening storm. His emotions electricity. His body the desert after a rain. Fresh. Starkly beautiful. Dangerous. "Are you okay?" he asked, his breath on my neck. "I am now.”

Love Protection Charley Davidson Reyes Farrow

Book:The Curse of Tenth Grave

Source: The Curse of Tenth Grave

“Rey'azikeen." He'd offered me one last glance and winked a microsecond before he was gone.”