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The Mark Between Us

The Mark Between Us By Rhyann Renfro Aislinn Hayes is doing everything she can to rebuild her life. After losing her firefighter husband in a tragic accident, she focuses on raising her young son and running the small-town coffee shop she co owns with her best friend. Routine helps. Structure helps. Believing the worst is behind her helps. Until she wakes with a strange, ring shaped bruise circling her finger. The bruise is impossible to explain. The dreams that follow are even harder to ignore. Vivid images of a man she has never met. Warm hands. A quiet voice. A life shared in flashes of memory that feel almost real. The dreams leave her breathless and unsettled. As if she is remembering something she never lived. Declan MacCrae has spent years avoiding anything that feels like attachment. His work restoring historic homes is safe and predictable and he prefers it that way. Until the night he dreams of a woman with deep red hair and bright green eyes. A woman he marries. A woman he loves. A woman he wakes up reaching for. He opens his eyes to find a bruise over his heart shaped like a dragonfly. When Aislinn and Declan meet in a crowded café, the pull between them is immediate and undeniable. Their marks begin to fade yet something deeper settles between them. Recognition. Curiosity. A quiet ache neither of them can explain. But someone else has taken notice of Aislinn. Someone who watches from a distance. Someone who has no intention of letting her move forward. Someone who believes she belongs only to him. As dreams shift into warnings and reality grows more dangerous, Aislinn and Declan must decide whether to trust the connection that binds them or step back before it destroys them both. A mysterious bond. A growing attraction. A hidden danger closing in. The Mark Between Us is a gripping blend of romantic tension, supernatural fate and slow burn suspense that will captivate readers who love Carissa Broadbent, Ana Huang and Lauren Thalassa.
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Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
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