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An Excerpt From: REAPER'S JUSTICE
 Copyright CHARLOTTE BOYETT-COMPO, 2009.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” he
cursed, beating his head hard against the cool tile. “I am a monster
and she knows it!”
Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on how he
looked at it—she was the One. He knew it to the very marrow of his
bones, yet he’d scared her away. She was his
Destined, his soul mate, the only woman he could ever love. She—who
would have been the only woman with whom he could ever lay—was lost
to him, beyond his reach.
“Justice,” he whispered, seeing her in his
mind’s eye. The fierce scowl on his dark face softened and he
repeated her beautiful name, drawing it out like a caress. “Justice.”
Dark auburn hair worn to her hips, black eyes that were
as clear as the waters of the deepest mountain stream and a face so lovely
it made him ache all over just thinking of it. She was all he could have
ever wanted in a female. She completed him. The problem was she didn’t know it.
“And never will now,”
he spat. Drawing up his legs, he hung his head, ignoring the blazing pain
searing into his arm. The agony in his heart was much worse than any
physical hurt.
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