I walked eleven miles out of the desert with one burned page and a name I didn't understand.
Every day of my life, someone told me what I was for. What to wear. What to want. Even what to be called.
Then I ended up at a gate full of men who don't ask permission from anyone — and the biggest one crouched down so he wasn't looking down at me, and asked if I wanted a chair.
Nobody had ever asked me anything.
He's a president with a nine-year-old daughter and six years of grief he wears like a jacket. He's got rules about touching me. He's got rules about everything.
I have four hundred names memorized and a man in a valley who wants them back.
He says nothing here has a price.
But I know exactly what I cost — and I know what happens to men who protect me.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Every day of my life, someone told me what I was for. What to wear. What to want. Even what to be called.
Then I ended up at a gate full of men who don't ask permission from anyone — and the biggest one crouched down so he wasn't looking down at me, and asked if I wanted a chair.
Nobody had ever asked me anything.
He's a president with a nine-year-old daughter and six years of grief he wears like a jacket. He's got rules about touching me. He's got rules about everything.
I have four hundred names memorized and a man in a valley who wants them back.
He says nothing here has a price.
But I know exactly what I cost — and I know what happens to men who protect me.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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