She’s chaos embodied, not his type, and married, but none of that can stop his eyes from following her wherever she goes.Īll along, she doesn’t even know that she’s his-his frustration, his fascination.𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹. Nowhere in Christian’s plans had he ever prepared for Gianna.
She hates him-his stone-cold demeanor, his arrogance and too-perceptive eye-but over the years, even as their games consist of insulting each other’s looks and intelligence, she begins to live to play with him. One winter night and their lives intertwine. With a proclivity for order and the number three, he’s never been tempted to veer off course.
Christian Allister has always followed the life plan he’d envisioned in his youth, beneath the harsh lights of a frigid, damp cell.
In the New York underworld, others know him as a hustler, a killer, his nature as cold as the heart of ice in his chest. Most see a paragon of morality a special agent upholding the law. Little do most know it’s just a sparkly disguise, there to hide one panic attack at a time.
She laughs too loudly, eats without decorum, and mixes up most sayings in the book. Her dresses are too tight, her heels too tall.
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