3 Book(s) Related to Run Away

The door didn't opened. Anger rushed inside my veins. I turned back only to see Dylan standing there on the spot, his eyes glued on the shining marble floor.
"DYLAN, OPEN THE DOOR!! LET ME GO!!"
I yelled furiously as I glared him with pure hatred and disgust.
"Never", he mumbled in an inaudible voice. My blood boiled seeing his audacity still I calm myself down and looked at him in anger.
"Why?", I gritted.
He finally looked at me. His eyes turned darker as he smirked menacingly.
"Because you're my wife, Evelyn Black"
Evelyn Black is an intelligent and innocent girl who tries to stand for herself as she gets betrayed by the love of her life Dylan Black when she comes to know about his dark, cruel intentions behind their marriage...

He took a mouthful and pampered my bare nipples with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure and sweet torture to me. I felt like I was floating in mid-air. Never had I felt this amount of sexual satisfaction and I wanted more.

He moved his hand to my thighs and rubbed them very close to my womanhood. He could feel the heat coming from between my thighs and he intended to cool me down, As soon as he touched my parts, a gasp escape my lips. His hands felt like magic.

"I want you, Peter, now," I said with urgency, unable to hold on any longer.


【Set in the early eighties】
The strong and beautiful Sharon Thompson spends most of her adult life running away from the devilish Addicus James Worthington; a man who adopted and raised her as a child. She uncovers the horrible truth about him and his sole purpose in life becomes to find her and kill her which causes her to run for years...until he finally found her. With the help of Peter Cooper; a lonely widower who falls for her and some friends she makes along the way, can she manage to avoid being caught in the deadly snare of her hunter or will all her running be in vain? Find out!

[WORD COUNT: 180000 - 60000]
[COVER DESIGN: Otis Bright]

On the week of my wedding, my fiancé kissed his long-lost love in the pouring rain.
Everyone thought I—the replacement who clawed her way out of the gutter—should bow out quietly.
So did I. That's how I ended up on the ledge of London Bridge.
The one who pulled me back was a stranger in a ridiculous bear costume. "You'd die for a man like that?" she said. "Why not run away with me instead?"
I took her hand. I still don't know why.
We fled to the Swiss Alps, to a silence so pure it felt like the edge of the world. I thought I was finally safe.
Then the avalanche hit.
She shoved me onto a rock with all her strength and looked back at me, smiling through the blizzard.
"Promise me," were the last words I heard before the snow swallowed her, "you'll see what the ends of the earth really look like."