博客來Aria
He was perfect.
Until he wasn’t.
I didn’t have a problem with him being in the public eye. After all, who wouldn’t want to be dating the man who launched a thousand magazines? Sure, he could be headstrong, even arrogant at times. None of that bothered me.
Declan
She could handle all of the bright lights, big city baggage that came with loving a man like Declan Sinclair.
But she couldn’t suffer my cruelty.
And we couldn’t handle that bitch, Marisol Franzi.
This triangle? It’s deadly.
Book 2 of The Imperfection Series
(formerly titled Selective Memory)
