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Before I can answer, he pulls the blazer up, just enough to make the sliver of ink peeking from my tux reveal itself into a full-blown sleeve.
“She needed one hundred and fifty tattoos under her belt for her internship,” I say.
“And you decided all of them would be done on you?” Anthony chuckles.
“Not all.” I smirk. “But most.”
Over a short period of time, Hallie has used me as her personal canvas. She carved my past, my present, and my future onto my skin. Faces and quotes and people who meant something to me over the years.
“She marked you.” Anthony gives me an appeasing once-over, like he is finally sold on me. About to make an offer on a horse.
I sit back and watch the love of my life as she becomes an integral part of her family.
“She didn’t need any ink to do that.”
BIG BELLS AND BEAUTIFUL BALLROOMS: HALLION IS GETTING MARRIED!
By Anna Brooks, Yellow Vault contributor
Hallie Thorne has given her image a makeover…and that includes a sexy, high-profiled bodyguard of a boyfriend. Or should we call him now…her fiancé?!
You heard it here first, Vaulters. Our dear socialite, our favorite party girl, is tying the knot! Check out this exclusive photo of Hallie and her beau, Ransom Lockwood, sharing an ice cream and a pretty hot and heavy kiss in downtown Chicago. Why, we never thought we’d see the day. One thing is for sure—if this girl could find her happy ending, then my dear Vaulters, I can assure you—so can you!
The End.
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This book is the fruit of much pain and reflection, and dealing with my own learning disability.
I would like to thank the numerous people who made it possible.
First and foremost, to my editors, Mara White, Tamara Mataya, Sarah Plocher and Paige Maroney Smith. Thank you for your guidance, patience, and attention to detail. I strive to become a better writer because of you.
To my sensitivity/kinkster reader, who wished not to be named, for your honesty, time, and sense of humor. You made the bad parts bearable.
And to Stacey Blake for the awesome formatting and the lovely Emily Wittig for the stunning cover. You are both absolute treasures to work with and I don’t know what I’d have done without you. Special thanks to Letitia Hasser for the gorgeous alternate cover. It is everything and beyond.
To Tijuana Turner, my marketing manager extraordinaire. Thanks for always getting me, and thank you for all you are.
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Jenn Watson, Sarah Ferguson, and Keyanna Butler of Social Butterfly PR—thank you doesn’t begin to cover it. I am forever grateful. All my love, and then some.
And to my agent, Kimberly Brower, for all the support and dedication. I truly appreciate all you do for me.
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WHAT SUCKED THE MOST WAS that I, Francesca Rossi, had my entire future locked inside an unremarkable old wooden box.
Since the day I’d been made aware of it—at six years old—I knew that whatever waited for me inside was going to either kill or save me. So it was no wonder that yesterday at dawn, when the sun kissed the sky, I decided to rush fate and open it.
I wasn’t supposed to know where my mother kept the key.
I wasn’t supposed to know where my father kept the box.
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