He doesn’t fall for her mind games.
Fractured Wings, an all-new forbidden, dark romance by bestselling author, M.T. Morgan is now available!
Starlette doesn’t remember the crimes everyone seems to assume she committed. And without any evidence of transgression, she is set free. Only for her parents to have her committed to Mount Point Psych Ward.
She’s had countless therapists, none of them lasting, except him. The brooding, beautiful doctor who’s come in to rain on her parade.
He doesn’t fall for her mind games, the things that make most doctors tick.
One day, they make a mistake. Lines are crossed that could get them both in trouble.
As he pushes Starlette to remember her past, she’s hit with a harsh crash of reality, Starlette must ask herself… Is she the villain?
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The dark haze stays at bay, just on the very edge of my soul. Watching, waiting…
“I brought your things.”
The voice has me relaxing, the cool tone of boredom oddly comforting. The sound of bags clanking against the tile breaks the tension in the air. Eliminating the fear that clouds my mind. “What are you doing in my room?”
“Dropping your things off,” Doctor Novak says simply.
I can’t see his face to see if he looks as nonchalant as he sounds. “Are you sure that’s why you’re really here?” My voice comes out a little breathy, a siren melody reeling in her prey.
“Why else would I be here, Miss Fawn?”
I shift beneath my sheets, rubbing my thighs together to lower the stinging ache his voice leaves between them. “Maybe you came to see me. To do what your eyes promise. Come on, Doctor Novak. We both know how you look at me.”
His laugh is low, a single finger tracing up the curve of my knee. So light, it’s almost phantom. As if I am imaging it. But then I feel it, more fingers digging into my thigh before his hand is gone just as quickly. “I look at you as my patient. The one who missed a session today and will be giving me two hours instead in the morning. Now get some sleep, Miss Fawn. I’m breaking through that mind’s barrier tomorrow.”
And then he’s gone, the door closing quietly behind him. His whisper of a touch replaying over my skin as if he’s still touching me.
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