Capa Revelada/Cover Reveal: In Fury Lies Mischief (Midnight Mayhem #2) – Amo Jones
Capa Revelada/Cover Reveal
In Fury Lies Mischief (Midnight Mayhem #2) – Amo Jones
Data de lançamento inglês:10/03
Sinopse/Synopis
Ela era tudo o que eu queria.
Ele era tudo o que eu desprezava.
Até que ela não estava.
Até que ele não estava.
Killian Cornellii era uma calamidade ambulante. Ele alcançou dentro de mim e tocou cada centímetro da minha alma arruinada, mas ele não a tocou. Ele acariciou, acariciou e cativou. Ele me adaptou para caber na palma de suas mãos. As mesmas mãos que possuem tanta crueldade foram as mesmas que me confortaram.
Eu pensei que o conhecia.
Ele pensou que me conhecia.
Não é um conto de fadas ou uma história dolorosamente bonita sobre duas almas gêmeas que se apaixonam instantaneamente irrevogavelmente.
Esta é uma história sobre um amor tão doloroso, tão rico, que destrói tudo e todos ao seu redor.
Incluindo nós mesmos.
Midnight Mayhem é a plataforma na qual Killian executa seus truques, mas o maior truque não viria dele.
Viria de mim.
Malandro não tem coração.
Eles apenas fingem que sim.
Tick. Tock.Tick. Tock.
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She was everything that I wanted.
He was everything that I despised.
Until she wasn’t.
Until he wasn’t.
Killian Cornellii was a walking calamity. He reached inside of me and touched every single inch of my ruined soul, but he didn’t just touch it. He caressed, petted, and captivated it. He tailored me to fit into the palm of his hands. The same hands that possess so much cruelty, were the very same that comforted me.
I thought I knew him.
He thought he knew me.
This isn’t a fairy tale, or some achingly beautiful story about two soul mates who instantly fall irrevocably in love with each other.
This is a story about a love so painful, so rich, that it destroys everything and everyone around it.
Including ourselves.
Midnight Mayhem is the platform to which Killian performs his tricks on, but the greatest trick wouldn’t come from him.
It would come from me.
Tricksters don’t have hearts.
They just pretend that they do.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
He was everything that I despised.
Until she wasn’t.
Until he wasn’t.
Killian Cornellii was a walking calamity. He reached inside of me and touched every single inch of my ruined soul, but he didn’t just touch it. He caressed, petted, and captivated it. He tailored me to fit into the palm of his hands. The same hands that possess so much cruelty, were the very same that comforted me.
I thought I knew him.
He thought he knew me.
This isn’t a fairy tale, or some achingly beautiful story about two soul mates who instantly fall irrevocably in love with each other.
This is a story about a love so painful, so rich, that it destroys everything and everyone around it.
Including ourselves.
Midnight Mayhem is the platform to which Killian performs his tricks on, but the greatest trick wouldn’t come from him.
It would come from me.
Tricksters don’t have hearts.
They just pretend that they do.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
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