TEAR YOU APART
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Their passion will consume everything - and everyone - in its path... I'm on a train. I don't know which stop I got on at. I only know the train is going fast and the world outside becomes a blur. I should get off, but I don't. The universe is playing a cosmic joke on me. Here I had my life - a good life with everything a woman could want - and suddenly, there is something more I didn't know I could have. A chance for me to be satisfied and content and maybe even deliriously, amazingly, exuberantly happy. So this is where I am: on a train that's out of control and I am not just a passenger. I'm the one shovelling the furnace full of coal to keep it going faster and faster. If I could make myself believe it all happened by chance and I couldn't help it, that I've been swept away, that it's not my fault, that it's fate... would that be easier? The truth is, I didn't know I was looking for this until I found Will, but I must've been, all this time. And now it is not random, it is not fate, it is not being swept away. This is my choice. And I don't know how to stop. Or even if I want to.
Author: Megan Hart
Format: Paperback, 304 pages, 130mm x 197mm, 252 g
Published: 2013, Harlequin Enterprises (Australia) Pty Ltd, Australia
Genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy
Description
Their passion will consume everything - and everyone - in its path... I'm on a train. I don't know which stop I got on at. I only know the train is going fast and the world outside becomes a blur. I should get off, but I don't. The universe is playing a cosmic joke on me. Here I had my life - a good life with everything a woman could want - and suddenly, there is something more I didn't know I could have. A chance for me to be satisfied and content and maybe even deliriously, amazingly, exuberantly happy. So this is where I am: on a train that's out of control and I am not just a passenger. I'm the one shovelling the furnace full of coal to keep it going faster and faster. If I could make myself believe it all happened by chance and I couldn't help it, that I've been swept away, that it's not my fault, that it's fate... would that be easier? The truth is, I didn't know I was looking for this until I found Will, but I must've been, all this time. And now it is not random, it is not fate, it is not being swept away. This is my choice. And I don't know how to stop. Or even if I want to.
TEAR YOU APART