The Beauty in Scars by M.L. Philpitt

 

 

 

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𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩. For Isabelle Dupont, scarred and timid, fiction is her only escape. After living a sheltered life, hidden from society, she’s thrown into a world only found in her books—𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖. Dragged in with a lie and trapped by the capo, Isabelle learns there’s more to her life than what she was led to believe. 

Rafael Corsetti finds himself wanting to protect the woman with strange scars and an even stranger history. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆’𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝘆. Even as facts unfold and Isabelle’s hatred for him grows, Rafael wants her for himself.  𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩.

  

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Isabelle 

The fact he invited himself to lounge on my bed is annoying. I mean, who does that? We’re strangers, but okay. Then to watch me pack with that intense, probing gaze, like he’s trying to figure me out, is also irksome. A lot of effort was spent in pretending to ignore him. 

I get the sense that Rafael Corsetti is not a man easily ignored. 

For one, inquiring about my books and my Kindle shows some level of curiosity. If he wasn’t interested, he wouldn’t care about the answer, which is more than I can say for others in my life, like Gage.

Once I’m done packing, I’m sure he’ll expect me to blindly follow along. I might have been raised as a recluse, without the influences of society, but Dad always taught me to protect myself—physically and emotionally. 

My throat feels thicker just imagining the number of times Dad instilled random lessons in me. Stuff I barely understood the meaning of at the time, and maybe still don’t. 

Don’t let people close to you. It only hurts more. 

Don’t talk to strangers and if anyone inquiries about your childhood, run away.

Don’t trust anyone besides me. I’m the only one who has your best interests at heart.

And here I am, somehow finding myself having to trust a stranger. Worse—a stranger who’s a part of the life my father hid from me. Not sure if that says something bad about me or him.

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USA Today Bestselling author M.L. Philpitt writes both dark romance and paranormal romance. When she’s not writing made-up realities, she’s reading them. She lives in Canada with her four pets and survives life with coffee and an obsession with fictional characters, especially the morally grey kind. By day, she masks herself as a therapist, and is still waiting for her Hogwarts letter so she can be sorted into her Ravenclaw house.

  

 

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