My Gypsy Stepbrother
Amanda Sandton
At twenty-three he was even more devastating. Over six foot and with a body worthy of a bare knuckle champion. Successful businessman to boot.
Yes, I was badly smitten – I always had been – and he seemed to like me at first.
But nothing could have prepared me for the way our past history would rise up and sucker-punch what we felt for each other.
(Ends with a cliffhanger, but eventual ending with be ‘happy ever after’.)
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