
Author: K Webster, Ker Dukey
Series: Pretty Stolen Dolls #2
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: November 28, 2016
Genre: Dark Romance, Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense
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Benny had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick.
Just like him, his dolly needed darkness as a fix, fix, fix.
So they tormented and hunted and played tricks, tricks, tricks.
Together their sins a lethal mix, mix, mix.
Until Benny missed his dolly who was lost, lost, lost.
He needed to find her and love her at any cost, cost, cost.
Not wanting him and his dolly to be alone, lone, lone.
He made plans to bring his dirty dolly, home, home, home.
Have you ever touched another’s soul with the essence of your own?
Breathed them in so they become a part of you?
I have.
I’ve finally started to live, feel, and fall in love, amongst all the chaos surrounding me.
Dropping my guard and letting another into my heart.
I left my soul open.
I left my heart open.
I left the door open.
And he stole me.
Dillon… I’m sorry.
Title: Pretty Lost Dolls
Genre: Dark Erotic Romantic Suspense
Authors: Ker Dukey & K Webster
Release Date: November 28, 2016
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Benny loves his pretty little dolls.
As long as they do exactly as they’re told.
He keeps them perfect by brushing their hair
and gives them pretty dresses to wear.
He likes to toy with them late at night.
One so timid but the other likes to fight.
When his favorite doll runs away…
despite the other doll promising to stay,
his heart becomes broken and
he can’t help but cry.
He wants her back home or
his pretty little doll must die.
Have you ever had to make a decision that haunts you every single day for the rest of your life… the life you stole back?
I have.
I ran for my survival, rocks and twigs cutting into the soles of my feet, my lungs burning and screaming for rest, every muscle tensed and fighting along with me for existence.
I left her.
I ran, ran, ran – from Benny and his lone, pretty little doll – until I couldn’t remember where to find them again.
I’m sorry.
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