Romance · fiction
The Brass Rose Above Her Door
The bottle came at my head, and I didn’t think. I moved. Sidestep. Catch the wrist. Twist. The man hit the rain-slick pavement behind Rosa Nera before he even finished swinging. For one full second, nobody in that doorway breathed. Including me. Because I wasn’t supposed to know how to do that anymore. I had buried that...
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- Romance
- Audience
- Adult readers
- Chapters
- 6
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- fiction
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