The real question is, can you love the real me? Not the perfect person you want me to be, not that image you had of me, but who I really am.
Christine FeehanHe rarely smoked, but once in a while, like now, when his world had been shaken, his woman nearly killed in front of his eyes, and heโd watched a house consume a man and spit him out, he figured a drag or two were appropriate.
Christine FeehanHe wasnโt a hero. He wasnโt the man who stepped forward and saved the innocent. He was lost himself. Shadows had invaded a long time ago and stolen his life. But he would give anything he had left to be the man who found a way to save Judith
Christine Feehan