Descent – Black Heart – Heaven & Hell Read Online Sam Mariano

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Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 137205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
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Descent - Black Heart - Heaven & Hell

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Sam Mariano

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English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B09PGSD21H
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Calvin will do anything for me... except let me go.
We were strangers, as far as I knew. He saw me once, but didn’t introduce himself like he could have.
Calvin Cutler. Nice to meet you. But there’s nothing nice about Calvin Cutler.
He’s ruthless and single-minded, and he zeroed in on me—a hapless target for his dark and twisted appetites.
In the depths of Hell, I first looked into his sinful brown eyes, felt the greedy touch of his demanding hands for the first time.
Not the last time, though. He wanted more. So much more. He wanted me, whether I wanted him or not.
WARNING: Descent is a standalone dark romance with an unrepentant bad guy hero. This book is intended for an adult audience only and contains subject matter (such as non-consent) some may find triggering.
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Sam Mariano



Chapter One

Hallie

“One more round!”

As my best friend orders up another round—on me—I look at the fruity drink in front of me that I haven’t even finished yet.

It’s my fault. I’m not a fast drinker. Charity could drink a brawny old biker under the table, but when I drink, I tend to pace myself.

“Come on,” she says, her butt hitting the chair as she sits back down and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “Why are you still on your first drink? It’s a bachelorette party, for fuck’s sake.”

“This is my second drink,” I tell her, though I can see it doesn’t make a bit of difference. “And I know it’s your bachelorette party, that’s why I’m at this loud-ass bar to begin with.”

When we were younger, I enjoyed going out drinking with Charity, but as I approach 26, I’m finding the whole scene a little tired. If I’m being honest, I would have preferred to spend the evening at home in my pajamas, curled up on the couch with my cat.

Even in twenty years, I doubt that will be Charity’s idea of a good time, so instead we’re taking a party bus from bar to bar. This is our first stop, and I think Charity is starting to get bored of the place.

“We need to get you a man,” Charity says off-handedly, like it’s a to-do list item she just remembered to bring up.

“We don’t,” I disagree.

“We do.” She signals the bartender, and he runs right over to get her a shot while we wait for that second round. She throws it back like a champ, then brings the glass down on the bar top with a hard thud. Looking over at me, she says, “I’ve got just the guy for you. When I get back from Bermuda, I’m gonna set you two up.”

I’m shaking my head before she even finishes her thought. We have gone down this road before, and Charity’s idea of the man I need and my idea of the kind of man I need do not line up. “I appreciate the sentiment, but really, I’m good.”

“I know that last guy didn’t turn out so great,” she acknowledges.

Recalling how rude he was to the waiter and the bathroom break he took which resulted in him returning to the table with white powder residue beneath his nose, my lips thin. “No, it sure didn’t.”

Undeterred, she goes on, “But if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.”

“An excellent mentality in most cases, but honestly, I’m fine hanging out with Marie and my own company for right now.”

“I feel like you’re afraid to get back out there.”

“I am definitely not afraid to get back out there,” I assure her. “Fatigued, maybe, but not afraid.”

Nodding with remarkable solemnity for an almost-drunk girl, she says, “I get that. I do. Dating can be exhausting when you’re actually trying to find someone to settle down with. But I know you, babe. You’re not meant to spend your days with Marie. She’s a lovely cat, sure, but you are a relationship girl. You’re the marrying kind. You are not a future cat lady spinster. You’re just not.”

Sighing, I grab my drink and take a slow sip. “No, that’s not how I see my life going, but honestly, I’d rather be a cat lady spinster than date someone who makes me feel…” I pause, trying to encapsulate the feelings I’ve been left with after every failed relationship. Finally, I come up with, “unfulfilled.”

“I don’t want that for you, either,” she says. “But you won’t feel that way with the right guy. I don’t feel that way with Tyler, and I’m not the marrying kind. If I can find that, you sure as hell can.”

I shrug. “Maybe someday. It’s just not my turn yet, and I’m fine with that.”

Charity shakes her head. “It will never be your turn if you never go out with anybody. Let me set you up. I know the guys I pick for you aren’t usually your first choice, but sometimes the most perfect person for you is someone you never thought to consider.”

I cannot stomach the idea of going out with another of Charity’s picks. I also seldom win arguments with my professional lawyer bestie, so rather than engage, I lean forward and look down the bar. Surely shiny new drinks will distract her.


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