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I'm just a normal girl. Or so you would think. I never thought of myself as anything different. Until I met him. Rafael Lencioni doesn't think I'm normal. He thinks I'm special. Special enough to be in his life. Special enough to enter his world. Special enough for his bed. My story is the one that's never told. I'm not the daughter. I'm not the wife. I'm not a sister or a mother. I'm not his enemy, and I'm not his friend. I'm not who you think I am. So for me to fit into their world, I have to do something I never wanted in my life.

Dear Diary, oh, who am I kidding? Dear Life, you’re cruel. You’re heartless. You’re sick. You’re really damned twisted. Do you know that? Nope... Still doesn’t cut it. Dear Fate...yeah, that’s the one. Dear Fate, what the actual hell? What exactly did I do to deserve the life you paved for me? Did I bother you so? Was I awful? Did I not pray enough? You took my life into your hands, fate, and you twisted it. You turned it into a broken mess, and you made it ugly. You made me ugly. A life for a life. An eye for an eye. That’s how it goes, right? Her life. Now mine.

Unless you're a mom, you just wouldn't understand. The crying, the diapers, the late nights, the early mornings. The laughter, the smiles, the joy, the blessing. I get it. I'm living it. I love it. I also know that sometimes, moms need a break. A rest away from the world, away from their troubles, away from the everyday hustle and bustle. A ranch retreat run by hot cowboys for a month? I'll pay double. One whole month of nothing but fun and adventures. I don't think those cowboys knew what they were in for when they signed us up.

The second audiobook in the thrilling Edge of Retaliation Series is now here. Dear Tanner: You’re a monster. A cold, broken monster. I think they have a name for you, oh right, a sociopath. A gorgeous, strong, incredible sociopath. How could you do this to me? So easily? So effortlessly? How? I trusted you. But you knew that, didn’t you? It’s exactly what you wanted. Where will it end? Will it end? I don’t want to have to hate you, can’t you see that? I don’t want to have to seek my own revenge.... But you’ve left me no choice.

Crazy eyes. You know the ones: the empty, soulless eyes of a person who has nothing left inside - nothing but a bottomless pit of insanity and desperation. Their eyes lose their sparkle, the very thing that makes them who they are. In place of that, you’ll find nothing more than bitterness. I have those eyes - that same broken soul. So I changed my life, started anew. But she found me. Now the lies I’ve kept wound deeply in my chest are unravelling.

We're 13 girls, captive to a man we rarely see. Obedience will become all we know - it is the only emotion we're permitted to feel. When we're bad, we're punished. When we're good, we're rewarded. Our scars run deep, yet we survive because we have to - because he teaches us to. All of us are special, we feel it with everything we are. He has us for a reason, but it's a reason we don't know. We haven't seen his face, but we know that something deeply broken lies beneath the darkness. With every touch, with every punishment, we know it.

Dear Fate. Here I am, finally writing to you again. Things haven't changed, fate. Time hasn't healed anything. As always, nothing makes sense. Things aren't coming together as they should. Time has changed us very little. It has only made everything that much more confusing. Nothing is fixed. Nobody is happy. We still live with a dark cloud over our heads.

Slater: For over a decade I searched for her. She disappeared a long time ago, but I never gave up. The hope of seeing her again was the only thing that kept me holding on for so long, clutching onto the small chance that she might know who I am when I found her again. Ellie: I don’t know who he is, and yet something about him seems strangely familiar. I know nothing of who I am. All my memories are like hazy nightmares. I don’t know which ones are real and which ones are fake. I don’t even know my own name. I don’t know anything about my past.