Title: Corrupted
Series: Saint Cecilia Slayings Book Two
Author: N. Isabelle Blanco & Dee Garcia
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: April 30, 2019
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I let her go.
Her, the killer.
The very same killer I’ve been after for almost a decade.
After catching her in the act and chasing her onto the rooftop, what transpired in her presence allowed a greater evil to sink its claws deep within my already disheveled psyche.
An evil I never knew existed.
One so debased and perverse, I know I can never speak of it.
Not even in the house of our Lord.
No, especially in the house of our Lord.
Confession won’t cleanse me anyway, for to repent, one must be open and honest.
And I am neither these days.
I’m not just harboring one secret now, I’m hoarding several, each one attributing to what could very well be my ultimate demise.
My job.
My sobriety.
My goddamn heart.
Everything lies at risk, held captive and torn to shreds between two women.
Both whom exude malice.
Both whom are forbidden.
Both whom have led me to the corrupt edge of insanity.
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That is, until coffee came a long and took over everything else.
Nowadays, N. spends most of her days surviving the crazy New York rush and arguing with her characters every ten minutes or so, all in the hopes of one day getting them under control.
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