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Written With Regret by Aly Martinez

Written With Regret by Aly Martinez

A year ago


Whew. I should absolutely expect that at the end of book one in an Aly Martinez Duet that my heart will be screaming.

I forgot about this fact and it does indeed hurt. This book was so much emotion. I couldn't decide what I felt abbots certain characters, and with our being fill of all he spoilers, I still don't know how I feel. I fell in love with the plot itself because I truly do love a plot that makes me scream at the book. I want to feel back and forth. It may not be angst, but it is certainly something similar. Trepidation? I don't know the word. I only know that I was so angry while reading but also completely still understood? I don't know. I DON'T KNOW GUYS! I don't have words. I do have feelings though. If you love a book that makes you question your on feelings, here ya go. Best duet authors ever.

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Synopsis:

Every little girl dreams of the fairytale. The one where the white knight rushes in to save her from the clutches of evil. They fall in love, have babies, and live happily ever after. By that definition, my life should have been a fairytale too. When I was eight years old, Caven Hunt saved me from the worst kind of evil to walk the Earth. It didn’t matter that I was a kid. I fell in love with him all the same. But that was where my fairytale ended. Years later, a one-night stand during the darkest time imaginable gave us a little girl. It was nothing compared to the pitch black that consumed me when I was forced to leave her with Caven for good. At the end of every fairytale, the happily-ever-after is the one thing that remains consistent. It wasn’t going to be mine, but there hadn’t been a night that passed where I hadn’t prayed that it would be hers. I owed Caven my life. However, I owed that innocent child more. And that included ripping the heart from my chest and facing her father again.

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