From Bestselling author Sharlyn G. Branson, comes the first book in a new, beautiful duet.
BD1:
Sex, wild parties and alcohol. When you’re the lead singer of a rock group, you don’t need to make much of an effort to attract the attention of a hot chick—the music had already done that job for you. And when you make her scream in bed, tightly gripping the sheets or digging her nails into your back—it is mission complete. Everybody calls me the devil. I think they dubbed me that because they believe I’m heartless. Perhaps they’re right... I don’t know the meaning of the word “love” and I’ve always tried to avoid emotions. I suspect the reason for that is hidden in my past. I really have no idea and don’t want to try to find the answer. The only question I’m still seeking answer to is: Why, since I met her, can’t I think of anything other than the petite French woman with thick lips and the body of a goddess, Emily Delon?
BD2:
The past couldn't be changed. It left its ugly wounds, which needed a long time, maybe almost a lifetime, to heal. And even when they did heal, the scars left behind would always remind us what happened.
For so many years, I'd lived under the shadow of death, without love, without letting anyone get close to me. My soul yearned for true love.
Emily Delon was innocent, far too pure for my demonic soul, but I managed to make her mine anyway.
But could our love defeat the dark shadows hiding in the future?
Beautiful Devil: The Rockstar
Beautiful Devil: The Rockstar
Beautiful Devil: The Rockstar Duet
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The release days are - 08/18 and 09/18
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Beautiful Devil (Book 1): amzn.to/2LFDxoD
Beautiful Devil (Book 2): amzn.to/2A6Mmqm
From Bestselling author Sharlyn G. Branson, comes the first book in a new, beautiful duet.
BD1:
Sex, wild parties and alcohol.
When you’re the lead singer of a rock group, you don’t
need to make much of an effort to attract the attention of a hot chick—the music had already done that job for you. And when you make her scream in bed, tightly gripping the sheets or digging her nails into your back—it is mission complete.
Everybody calls me the devil. I think they dubbed me that because they believe I’m heartless. Perhaps they’re right...
I don’t know the meaning of the word “love” and I’ve always tried to avoid emotions. I suspect the reason for that is hidden in my past. I really have no idea and don’t want to try to find the answer.
The only question I’m still seeking answer to is: Why, since I met her, can’t I think of anything other than the petite French woman with thick lips and the body of a goddess, Emily Delon?
BD2:
The past couldn't be changed. It left its ugly wounds, which needed a long time, maybe almost a lifetime, to heal. And even when they did heal, the scars left behind would always remind us what happened.
For so many years, I'd lived under the shadow of death, without love, without letting anyone get close to me. My soul yearned for true love.
Emily Delon was innocent, far too pure for my demonic soul, but I managed to make her mine anyway.
But could our love defeat the dark shadows hiding in the future?