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SOPHIE HUNTSBERGER found her way to a new life and new family when she ran from the physical and sexual abuse at the hands of her father.
She has blossomed, and healed in ways she never imagined she would or could within the safe arms of her adoptive family.
ARRICK CARRERO has been her rock, her best friend, and her protector for years, but even he cannot get to the root of her growing emptiness.
Sophie is lost. And she's reaching out for anything to fill the void and cure whatever ails her.
When Sophie realizes the answer has been within arms reach all along, she’s unable to prepare herself for Arrick’s spiraling emotions.
What was once innocent now comes into question - and life does not always let the heart prevail.
Characters that will break your heart, as well as each other’s.
Contains some mature, adult content and language.
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Book 4 is the first installment in the Carrero Heart Trilogy in The Carrero Series.
There are now accompanying bonus books for every trio in the series - Arrick's view, POV book can be found on my Amazon Authors Page.
The Carrero series is quite popular with long-standing sales. Page reads vary between 5000 and 50000 a day.
I drag myself heavily through the crowded club once more, everything moving and tipping like I’m at sea, disorientated and foggy, although I’m less drunk than I was. My phone is still glued to my ear, even though I seem to have lost Arrick and hear nothing but silence. Pulling my cell down to look at the blank screen, I realize my battery has died, and I just sigh in complete deflation. Fed up with how my life is turning out lately, as nothing seems to go right anymore.
I take a long deep breath to try to center myself into sobriety, my body sagging, drying my face halfheartedly with the back of my hand now that my tears have once again subsided, and my heart has resorted to numb emptiness. I don’t even care if my makeup is smeared or even cried off. Arrick has seen me worse so many times.
I let my cell drop in my hand beside my body and hold it loosely, too disconnected to really feel anything but heavy fatigue from stupidly sobbing, swaying from being under the influence and bumping into things clumsily. I’m just empty and done, completely over my night and not caring that it isn’t even late enough to be bailing.
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Italian
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Portuguese
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