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A killer. An innocent. Guess who's more dangerous? Alessandro I don't do relationships. I take who I want, discard who bores me, and move on without looking back. It's worked perfectly until I walk into a little vintage shop and see her-Jane, with her shy smile and gentle hands. She's nothing like the polished women who throw themselves at me. She's soft where they're sharp, innocent where they're calculating. Sweet as a buttercup and twice as fragile. Maybe that's why I have to have her. Not that she'll ever tame the monster in me. Jane I'm the human equivalent of wallpaper-easily ignored,…mehr

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A killer. An innocent. Guess who's more dangerous? Alessandro I don't do relationships. I take who I want, discard who bores me, and move on without looking back. It's worked perfectly until I walk into a little vintage shop and see her-Jane, with her shy smile and gentle hands. She's nothing like the polished women who throw themselves at me. She's soft where they're sharp, innocent where they're calculating. Sweet as a buttercup and twice as fragile. Maybe that's why I have to have her. Not that she'll ever tame the monster in me. Jane I'm the human equivalent of wallpaper-easily ignored, completely forgettable. So when Alessandro Agostino walks into my shop like every dark fantasy I've ever had, I'm certain he's lost. Then he asks me out. One date becomes two. Then I'm falling-harder and faster than I ever believed possible. Until I discover what he really is-a killer with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. I should run. Instead, I'm going to become someone his world can't break. Watch out, Alessandro. This buttercup has thorns. The sweetest flowers can draw the most blood.
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Mel Teshco lives in the beautiful country of QLD Australia, where the open spaces of her acreage, fondly called 'the block', gives her room to breathe. When she isn't writing or dreaming of writing, she is often found gazing out the window at the surrounding mountains and thinking how very lucky she is. With one semi-patient husband, three gorgeous girls, two fat horses, one crazy Belgian shepherd and three cats who run the house, writing has (mostly) kept her sane.