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MAGNUM I want her with everything I am. It's a need so deep that all I can do is push her away. But, that's who I am--it's what I do. Anyone who dares to get too close, I shove away--out of my reach. The damage of my past won't let me move forward--won't let me love her. But now, she's in danger, and I refuse to let anything happen to her. Come Hell or high water, I will protect her. Or die trying... BRENDA It was all about sex. At least, that's what I told myself. I refused to let Magnum have my heart. But when the anniversary of my tragic past comes back to haunt me, it's Magnum who's there to save me--from my past and from the demons who torment me. Time heals all wounds, but this time, the pain just might be incurable. Can Magnum fix what was destroyed so long ago?
All Anaya has ever wanted was to feel loved and to have a family of her own. She thought she had that in her 12-year relationship with Ignacio, but it couldn't be further from the truth. And then she meets HIM. The 6'3", dark-haired man with the most brilliant topaz eyes she has ever seen enters her life and turns her world upside-down. Tony never expected the brown-eyed beauty to set his soul on fire. Anaya has become Tony's salvation, his world, his ANGEL. Her light shines brightly in his dim life and has given him hope for a future. But there are things from his past that have a grip on him and prevent him from moving forward to a brighter existence with her. Will his secrets and lies destroy them before they have a chance at a fresh start? Or will Ignacio be their ultimate downfall? The one thing that Tony knows is that he will die before he lets anything happen to her.
Hate the game, not the player... Only the good die young, but did it really have to be my brother--the only person in my family who understood me? Growing up in a house that's built entirely on Super Bowl wins, I refuse to love the game and the men who play it. Football has a way of destroying lives. And here I am frustrated, angry, and empty--sick of everything that has any connection to the sport. But then Brice comes along... He's everything I want, and everything I hate. Now that he's a part of my world, I can't give him my heart. It's too shattered and fragile for someone like him. But I keep wondering, can he mend the broken pieces, or will he toss it away like just another one of his touchdown passes?
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