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The Devil’s Den
(Cavaleri Brothers, #4)
Publication date: August 13th 2022
Genres: Adult, Dark Romance, Suspense
He was the boy held captive in the basement. I was the girl who knew.
But I never told a soul. I had innocent lives to protect. And this was the only way.
He was my friend first. My lover second. We wanted to be free, to make a life together. But that was a dream we knew would never come true.
Prisoners of my ruthless father, we could not escape the horror we were forced to endure-until I drew a weapon on the only boy who ever loved me.
And as they drag me away, screaming his name, I hope he’s still breathing.
Because our story, it’s not over yet.
Author note: This story contains dark themes and scenes depicting SA.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over the top of my hand, my head lying over his shoulder.
“That I have ugly hair.”
“What?” He jerks his head back in an instant. “Who gave you that idea?” The way he stares, it’s not with anger at me, but for what I just said.
I shrug, avoiding his gaze by staring at my bare feet. After a few seconds, he snakes a hand under his pillow and retrieves something. In his palm is the notepad I once gave him.
But as I look at it, as he turns to open a page, I let out a small gasp, my stomach flipping all over again.
I can’t stop staring.
My breathing goes ragged.
I’m there on the page, in a long wispy dress, my hair caught in the wind, skipping among flowers, butterflies floating around me, like he knew that’s how he makes me feel. But that’s
silly, of course, there’d be butterflies in a meadow. That’s what this is. He continues to turn, page after page, and I find more of me on every single one.
He’s been drawing me this whole time? Why?
He gazes straight at me, the crooked smile reaching the far corner of his mouth. “Your hair reminds me of the sun, and the sun is beautiful.”
My heart flutters in my chest, tears growing within my eyes. And his face, the one that barely ever smiles anymore, grins so wide for me now. “Did you just call me beautiful?” I whisper with a thread of shock, because there’s no way he said that.
He raises a shoulder with a smirk. “I may have.”
My mouth spreads into a smile of my own, those butterflies in my stomach flying higher. And my head, it falls right over his shoulder, his arm draping around my back. “I think you’re kinda beautiful too.”
With a deep sigh, his head slants over mine and we stay that way until it’s time for me to go, wishing I didn’t have to.
For Lilian, a love of writing began with a love of books. From Goosebumps to romance novels with sexy men on the cover, she loved them all. It’s no surprise that at the age of eight she started writing poetry and lyrics, and hasn’t stopped writing since.
She was born in Azerbaijan, and currently resides in Long Island, N.Y. with her husband, three kids, and a dog named Gatorade. Even though she has a law degree, she isn’t practicing. When she isn’t writing or reading, Lilian is baking or cooking up a storm. And once the kids are in bed, there’s usually a glass of red in her hand. Can’t just survive on coffee alone!