Filthy Crown
A Forbidden Age-Gap Romance
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Jack Tragedy strikes, again. Four years after suffering the loss of our parents, our brother is murdered right alongside his beautiful wife, the devastation leaving their three children orphaned. Not only have I lost my brother but now I'm forced to take on his two kids and stepdauther, Penelope. But Pen is far from the little girl I remember. No. She's all woman, with soft curves and plush lips-all things I shouldn't be noticing. I have three months before she leaves for college. And three months to make sure whatever threat against her life has been thwarted. Too bad for me, those three mont...
Jack Tragedy strikes, again. Four years after suffering the loss of our parents, our brother is murdered right alongside his beautiful wife, the devastation leaving their three children orphaned. Not only have I lost my brother but now I'm forced to take on his two kids and stepdauther, Penelope. But Pen is far from the little girl I remember. No. She's all woman, with soft curves and plush lips-all things I shouldn't be noticing. I have three months before she leaves for college. And three months to make sure whatever threat against her life has been thwarted. Too bad for me, those three months will be nothing but torture laced with temptation, threatening to break my resolve. Can I come out of this unscathed, or will this lust drag me into the pits of hell where I belong? Penelope Lies, deceit, and death. It's all I've ever known. And trusting someone? Out of the question. Unfortunatley, teenager me didn't get the memo and I stupidly gave my crush-riddled heart to Jack Crown. He was older, wiser, and apparently a manwhore. I was his brother's stepdaughter and way too young. Not on his radar, and justifiably so. But that didn't stop me from falling for the only man who'd ever shown me real affection. No. I let myself trust him, thinking he'd always be there. The one constant in my crappy life. I was wrong.. Now, four years later, tragedy strikes again and by life's irony I've landed on his doorstep with only one thing to prove. I'm not the little girl he remembers, and I sure as hell don't need him anymore. -
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