USA Today Best Selling Authors HJ Bellus and Kathy Coopmans team up to bring you the darker side of romance that occurs When Opposites Collide.
Releasing April 4th in a complete box set!
WHEN OPPOSITES COLLIDE BOX SET
Includes The Hitchhiker, Blank Canvas, and Brick!
GOODREADS: http://bit.ly/WOCtbr
THE HITCHHIKER
"You can run, but can you hide?"
Life was perfect.
I was on top of the world winning one case after the other leaving no survivors in the wake of my devastation. They may see a pair of long legs in Louboutin heels, but remember my name when I'm finished with them.
Caitlin Winslow, the best, cut-throat defense lawyer in California.
I never play to lose.
It's not in my DNA.
The actions of ethics don't exist in my domain.
Satan, my father, who shaped my life turns up dead. Kill shot to the back of the head in his sleep. The people who murdered him aren't stopping with his death. They're after me.
I ran in the dark of night. Karma that evil bitch meets me step by step and forced me to stick out my thumb on the side of the lonely highway. I'm now the HITCHHIKER begging for redemption.
Oh, how life has a funny way of smacking you in the face.
Katch Sterling storms into my life, and now I'm in his car.
Broody.
Dark.
All-man
My complete opposite.
Who would've thought my world would come full circle on that lonely highway with a hired killer...
BLANK CANVAS
I loved to draw and paint, throwing those spectacular colors across a blank canvas and turning it into something unique. Young, carefree, with the world in the palm of my hands. The options limitless.
My world ended the night the door creaked open. It was their first of many visits. Life as I knew it went blank. It became a survival game and counting my only solace to get through the pain.
It all became too much. I ran into the darkness of the night. That blank canvas long forgotten and incomplete. The ways of the streets became my new home. Drugs and sex my new survival. Until one night, it all went too far.
I was happy to know the pain would finally end; welcomed being murdered in a lonely alley. All of the weight on my shoulders and vicious memories would be long forgotten once I took my final breath.
Life hates me, and I didn’t die. A second chance was handed to me, but what happens when I don’t want it?
This time, I have the chance to make my own art.
One person’s Blank Canvas is another’s Graffiti.
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