Product Description
by Millie Belizaire (Author)
Millie Belizaire's Collide Series - All-In-One
Only available in paperback.
Sometimes love comes unexpectedly...
Lauren is a spoiled daddy's girl, brought up under the protection of Miami's elite black society. With a law professor for a mother, and a state attorney for a father, she has been raised to understand the law down to its most fundamental form. She's what they call, in every sense of the term, a Good Girl. As her father prepares to take on the biggest case of his career--going against Miami's most notorious kingpin, Silas Montgomery--tensions begin to rise, and our Good Girl becomes Silas Montgomery's newest target. Now on the radar of the most dangerous man in Miami, Lauren's perfect world goes up in flames. Everyday becomes a constant battle to stay alive.
Kain is about as close to Silas Montgomery as most people can get. Unlike Lauren's world of sheltered ease, his world is dark and dangerous. He's been raised by the code of the streets, hardened by life's harshest lessons. Not many people are out here doing Kain any favors. Especially not the kind of favor he extends to Lauren. Protection--that's what he offers her. Protection from the most dangerous man in Miami.
Lauren and Kain's story is tale of love crossing over to the different side of the tracks. Their's is a tale of what happens when worlds collide.
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In the wake of a national tragedy (and a personal one), the last thing Kain needs is another affront to his peace. Just when he thought things couldn't possibly get worse--they do. Book two in The Collide Series is a look into the enigmatic spirit that is Kain Montgomery.
Picking up where book one left off, Kain is caught between a rock an a hard place and must make a very dangerous decision in order to protect his girlfriend. Just as the smoke begins to clear and life begin to return to normal, another threat presents itself, but this threat can't be so readily dealt with.
Because this threat is his father...
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After waking up at the hospital last year, dreams of conversations she'd had in her coma were not the only thing that visited her at night. On the nights where she didn't dream of Kain, nightmares ate away at her peace of mind constantly. Most of the time, it would be a vivid reliving of that awful night in July, when she felt her life slip through her fingers like sand.
She died that day.
Literally.
There was this chunk of time that went blank between the moment she heard the cracking of the gunshot and then waking up sixteen days later, gaunt, scarred, and childless. Clearly, she went to hell. And she relived that night in her nightmares at least once a week for the past sixteen months.
