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Emancipation of Emoree | paperback

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    • Description

      I assumed it was the start of nothing.
      But, the way that his existence validated my senses, I quickly learned that it was the start of something. From the moment my eyes rested on him, the gravitational pull was inexplicable. It wasn’t that I ever wanted to explain, either.
      Not to my mind.
      Not to my soul.
      Not to my heart.

      And, not to my lungs that possibly wondered why I had been deprived of more oxygen since the day he’d walked into my room than I had in my entire life. Because, then I would have to conjure a hell of an excuse as to why I was combating every follicle that summed up my own existence, beliefs and morals. Unfortunately, I had none. Not one. All I knew was that I’d been captured by the husky beast and the eagerness to be saved had failed me.

      I wanted to be here.
      Right here.
      And nowhere else in the world would suffice.

    Description

    I assumed it was the start of nothing.
    But, the way that his existence validated my senses, I quickly learned that it was the start of something. From the moment my eyes rested on him, the gravitational pull was inexplicable. It wasn’t that I ever wanted to explain, either.
    Not to my mind.
    Not to my soul.
    Not to my heart.

    And, not to my lungs that possibly wondered why I had been deprived of more oxygen since the day he’d walked into my room than I had in my entire life. Because, then I would have to conjure a hell of an excuse as to why I was combating every follicle that summed up my own existence, beliefs and morals. Unfortunately, I had none. Not one. All I knew was that I’d been captured by the husky beast and the eagerness to be saved had failed me.

    I wanted to be here.
    Right here.
    And nowhere else in the world would suffice.