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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)

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Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Fawn Bailey
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Trigger warning: Captive victim, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, abuse. Stolen. Kidnapped. Taken. He snatched me off the street, ending my dream of becoming a dancer. Now, I'm locked away in a mansion with girls who've met the same fate. My captor is always rough, rarely kind. He punishes me for every little mistake. He's training me. Preparing me. Getting me ready. Slowly, my body is starting to break. Obey. Bend to his will. Time's ticking. My body is learning to submit. I've almost stopped fighting. Almost given in. Still, the promise of something darker hangs in the air. The real monster is lurking. And soon, he will come for me.
Books in Series:	Rose and Thorn Series by Fawn Bailey
Books by Author:	Fawn Bailey Books

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Harlow

It was Christmastime, and London was freezing. A lacy coverlet of snow had fallen, not promising to stay but whispering of cold, exciting nights under the stars and the inky blue sky. It felt like magic was in the air, sweet, playful magic that promised to work its forces on every single person in the Estate Theater.

None of us noticed the creeping darkness, slowly bleeding in through the brick building, its cold, claw-like tendrils enticing me to join the dark side.

It was a freezing night. In the dressing room at the back of the theater, it was too warm though, the air thick and fragrant with the scent of flowers and the room filled with noise. It was a Friday night, well past midnight, and the crew had collapsed in remarkably good moods after their first performance of The Nutcracker.

I fell back into a chair, a sigh leaving my lips as I kicked off my ballet shoes. I was ecstatic, high on our success and dazzled by my performance. I had done more than well, and for the first time, I had managed to thoroughly impress my trainer, Madame Dugare. She was harsh on me, always urging me to do more, jump higher, try harder. And I gave it my all, sometimes wondering when it would pay off. Every vestige of my power went into dancing, every pound I made towards costumes and training. I lived for it, lived for the dance and the exquisite beauty I felt permeating my body as I stood center stage, en pointe and with my thick lashes wide open to reveal the crowd.

Oh, the crowd… I lived for them too, every single person in the audience, their applause, their cheers, their inability to look away.

Mummy used to call me a dancer when I was a little girl.

She said she knew I’d be dancing under the stars, among them, and finally, becoming one as I stepped front and center, my eyes bright with dreams and my body poised, trained to perfection.

For a long time, I thought I was doing this for her. The dancing, the life – no personal contacts, knowing no one but the people connected to the business. Devoting my whole life to dance, to ballet, letting the stunning art shape me into a person.

Other times, when I was feeling low, I wondered what Mummy would think if she saw me now.

With blistered, broken feet, and a body so thin it looked emaciated. With hair that shone like gold and big blue eyes that seemed manic when I danced.

What would she think of the girl I had become?

But it didn’t matter either way now. I was a success, I felt on top of the world, and by tomorrow, I would be joining a more prominent ballet. There was no way they wouldn’t take me after seeing this performance. The critics were left speechless.

“Harlow!”

I raised my eyes, thick with eyeshadow and fake lashes, towards the woman approaching me.

“Madame,” I said excitedly, standing up on my weary feet, my eyes sparkling as they connected with her dark brown gaze.

“I spoke to a scout from The Great Russian Ballet,” she whispered, and my consciousness fought the exciting information, coming in panicked, anxious waves and hitting me as I almost passed out. I hadn’t eaten in days. I needed to fit my costume. I needed this dream to happen, and I needed to be a star.

“And?” I begged, my voice so desperate I almost felt ashamed of myself.

“And they loved you,” she said solemnly. “I gave them your number, but I didn’t let them come back here.”

“Madame!” I whimpered. “It could be my only chance! How could you!”

She started to answer, but I didn’t wait for her explanation, turning around instead with a desperate flourish and letting out a cry of protest. Just then, the theater receptionist showed up with a bright smile and urged several employees in, each of them carrying a bigger vase of flowers.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, approaching the giant bouquets.

I’d never gotten flowers before that day.

They kept on coming, bringing gorgeous white roses, velvety peonies, pretty daisies, orchids. So many flowers to join the ones already filling the room. Except now they weren’t meant to say ’good luck’. Now, they were here to congratulate me on the job I would surely be awarded for my flawless performance.

I flitted from bouquet to bouquet, trying to decide which one was my favorite, when the receptionist cleared his throat. Turning around, I surveyed him, urging him to go on. He held out a hand with a single red rose between his gloved fingers. It was beautiful, thick velvet petals forming a perfect bud, the color a sweet light pink. Dewdrops glistened on the leaves. It was beautiful.

“Only one?” I asked, jutting out my bottom lip.

“Yes,” he said apologetically, and I giggled, realizing I’d come off as rude.

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Last Broken Rose Read Online Fawn Bailey (Rose and Thorn #3) http://www.wownovels.com/last-broken-rose-3-read-online-fawn-bailey Mon, 26 Jun 2017 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/last-broken-rose-3-read-online-fawn-bailey Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Authors: Fawn Bailey Series: Rose and Thorn Series by Fawn Bailey
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)

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Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Fawn Bailey
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	B079GCRYYM
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"You will take your last breath with your throat between my fingers." He's done the unthinkable. He's taken away my one passion, my last hope. He's shattered my dream into pieces. I wish I could hate him for what he's done to me. For what he's taken away forever. I wish I could kill him for making me want him. But there's only one thing I want, a parting gift from Thorn. I want him as helplessly in love with me as I am with him. Because there's only one thing I'm certain of... I will only be able to hurt him once he loves me.
Books in Series:	Rose and Thorn Series by Fawn Bailey
Books by Author:	Fawn Bailey Books

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Thorn

Her eyes were watering, and her mouth was set in a line, the bottom lip trembling as I came to her.

I dropped to my knees in front of her. My queen, my goddess, my Rose.

She would truly do it. She didn't even need time to think about it. She was ready to make the ultimate sacrifice for me.

I wanted to hate myself for making her do it. The need to punish her for something I knew she was going to do all along. Since the moment I brought her home with me, I knew she was going to run. It was in her nature, in her young blood. She had hopes and inspirations, and she hadn't spent a year obsessing over me as I had about her. I knew I was a fucking goner a long time ago, but she had yet to make the realization.

"Rose," I said gently, and her tear-filled eyes turned down to meet mine. "I don't want to force you."

"You don't need to," she said fiercely. "It's my own decision and one that I am making willingly. I will give it up. Whatever you ask of me. Now, will you do it?"

Her hand was shaking as she placed it on my shoulder, her eyes dancing with shadows of fear.

"Will you do it, please Master?" she muttered, and I felt my fucking heart sink.

"I will," I promised her.

She was shaking as I took her ankles in my fingers and kissed her calves, the silk of her dress soft against my skin. I moved my lips up her skin, under her dress, kissing a line up her thighs until I reached her sweet cunt. I kissed the top of it, the skin just as silky as her dress. I could smell my own jizz inside her and it drove me wild. It told me whom she belonged to, and it was exactly the answer I needed to hear.

"Master," she breathed, her legs quaking between my arms. "Please, don't make me wait."

I held her tightly as I pulled a pocket knife from my pocket. It was the one I'd used before to cut her lingerie, and she gasped when she saw it. I thought she would start to sob, maybe change her mind and beg me not to do it. But she stayed fucking strong for me. I knew I was a sick, crazy bastard for doing it. Yet I couldn't stop myself. I needed this. I needed to take it away from her, lock it away, so she would be mine forever.

I touched the blade to her ankle and she stood up straight, her eyes going to mine.

"Do it," she whispered. "Fucking do it."

There were so many reasons not to go through with it, and my mind resisted, screeching as the blade rested against her skin. I felt her body sagging against mine, and I looked up to find her looking almost delirious.

"It's okay," I whispered, and she mewled before falling to her knees before me.

The knife clattered from my hands as I held onto her. The reasons not to do this were filling my head with worry. But she had agreed, she wanted me to do it. She was willing to make the sacrifice for me. And a sick, demented part of me wanted to go through with it. Take her dancing away from her just because I could.

Instead, I held onto her tightly, holding her like she was the most precious cargo in the world.

"It's okay," I repeated, over and over again until she finally stopped sobbing.

She was a pretty little mess in my hands, and she raised her eyes to meet mine. Her gaze was filled with so much fear it surprised me. She was willing to go through with this, but it didn't mean she wasn't scared.

"Won't you do it?" she asked shakily, and I kissed the top of her head, holding her close.

"Not now," I told her, my voice heavy with emotion. "It needs to be somewhere sterile, I don't want to hurt you."

Her body sagged more, and I wasn't sure whether it was relief or fear of when I'd actually go through with it. I didn't question it either. Just held her and laid her body out on the blanket, covering it with mine. My lips reached down to hers, kissing what was mine as gently as I knew she needed it.

"You need to do it," she murmured weakly against my lips. "Have you changed your mind?"

I thought about it. It was a cruel thing to do, but the evil man who lived inside my head was still going to go through with it. I just wanted it done in a safe environment so she wouldn't get hurt more than I needed her to.

"I will," I promised her again, raining kisses on her sweet skin. "I'll hurt you, Rose. I'll hurt you more than I've ever hurt anyone before. I promise."

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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)

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ISBN/ ASIN:	B079G9736F
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"I will punish you for every step you take away from me." She's finally mine, but she won't admit it. My little rose thinks she can still run away from me. She should know better by now. I'm ready to do whatever it takes to stop her from getting away. Hurt her. She'll have the bruises to show for it. F*ck her. Until she never wants another man. Punish her. Make her crave my whip, my belt and my toys. The only thing I won't do... Is love her.
Books in Series:	Rose and Thorn Series by Fawn Bailey
Books by Author:	Fawn Bailey Books

Chapter 1

Rose

I was falling. Succumbing to him. He had me wrapped around his little finger so tightly I didn’t know whether I’d ever be able to unwind myself. With every thrust of his powerful hips, I became more and more addicted to our magnetic connection. We were two of a kind, two puzzle pieces sticking together despite all odds, and as he fucked me, I knew he felt the same thing in every move he made, in every twitch of his cock and every throbbing vein that ran the length of his cock.

“Master,” I breathed, but his feverish, panting mouth shut me up.

He latched on to me as if I were his lifeline, trying to suck my soul out through my mouth. I kissed him with the same desperation, feeling as if I’d been possessed. This had been going on for months; so many months that I realized I’d been in the Mansion for over a year.

My nineteenth birthday had come and gone, celebrated with Amber during the day and between the sheets with my master at night. I’d grown so much since the first day I was thrown on the floor by Ellis. I was a different woman, a new character, and through the weeks that had passed, I’d managed to find peace in my new situation.

I didn’t know whether it was possible for me to ever be truly happy, yet in Thorn’s kind ownership, I found my soul again and lived to please him as much as I lived to dance.

He still let me dance for him. Only for him. Nobody else was allowed to be in the room when I did it.

The only exception he made was for my training.

Thorn had flown in an expert from France to train Amber and me. At first, I couldn’t believe it. The man, Ivan Marchante, was a legend. He’d taught so many dancers I aspired to be like.

He made me cry in the first few hours of our training, and Thorn threatened to kill him if he hurt me again. Amber watched with wide-eyed horror as he attacked the dancer, and I had to call for a guard’s help to get Thorn off his back. After that, Marchante was kinder, but I always thought he preferred Amber over me, even though he often told her to copy my movements to better herself.

I was surprised Thorn had gone to those lengths just to ensure I would be happy.

At first, our relationship was incredibly rocky. I couldn’t forgive him for what he’d done in front of me, but he claimed he only had me in mind. However, I didn’t want to be responsible for someone’s death, even if it was someone as despicable as Ellis. I couldn’t carry the blame.

The first weeks after I’d danced on those roses for him were the hardest. I closed up, not wanting nor even willing to understand what was happening to me. I spent my days in the bay window, where the beautiful raven-girl had sat before me, and felt like I’d taken on her role. I wasn’t naked, but I rarely spoke, keeping my eyes on the beach that I still wasn’t allowed to visit.

Amber had been the one to pull me from going under yet again. My time spent with her was when I could truly be myself, and she slowly came to understand that the Mansion wasn’t what she’d thought it to be. In many ways, we became like sisters, and we spoke to one another about anything and everything. I’d been the one to hold her when she broke down in tears, realizing she might not get out of there anytime soon, and she was there for me, too, every single time tears sprung to my eyes. She consoled me, talked a mile a minute and made me forget all about our captivity. Together, we were stronger.

I didn’t talk about Thorn all that often. I kept the times he came into my bedroom late at night a secret, the times when he buried himself inside me and fucked and took and gave all in equal measure, making me lose my mind time and time again as he filled me with his seed. At first, it was shameful, like an affair. I didn’t want anyone to know I was letting him fuck me. We didn’t speak, and I kept my eyes pressed tightly together when he was inside me. But as much as I tried to pretend he was someone else, my mind begged to open my eyes and be reminded of the man inside me, because no matter what I told him or myself, I was addicted to Thorn and Thorn alone. He was the only one I wanted.

The first time I looked at him, my blood pumped through my veins with adrenaline. He was looking at me, angrily pumping his hips against me and filling me up.

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Blood Red Rose (Rose and Thorn #1)

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Pure White Rose (Rose and Thorn #2)

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B079G9736F