«—¿QUÉ HAS HECHO? —SUSURRO.
—HE HECHO LO QUE HACEN LOS LADRONES. ¡ROBARTE!».
Cecelia Horner estaba preparada para pasar un año aburrido, pero aquel verano se convirtió en el más emocionante de su vida tras conocer a Sean y a Dominic.
El descubrimiento de que ambos son miembros de la hermandad Ravenhood, una banda secreta de justicieros desestabiliza por completo a Cecelia. Además, en la cima de la organización se encuentra un hombre misterioso, apodado por todos como «el Francés», quien quiere a Cecelia bien lejos de sus hombres y de su misión.
Cecelia tiene muchas razones para odiarle, pero del odio al amor solo hay un paso. Y si algo ha aprendido durante su estancia en Triple Falls es que está más que dispuesta a darlo…
LA SEGUNDA ENTREGA DE LA TRILOGÍA QUE HA CONQUISTADO A MÁS DE 1.000.000 DE LECTORES LLEGA A ESPAÑA. ADÉNTRATE EN UNA ADICTIVA HISTORIA CON UN AMOR QUE TRASPASA LOS LÍMITES, PELIGRO Y MUCHA PASIÓN.
ENGLISH DESCRIPTION
This Ravenhood, now an international bestselling trilogy, is a gritty, modern day take on Robin Hood. It’s an unconventional love story—bad boys/antiheroes—filled with suspense, steam, major twists, a little action, and ALL OF THE FEELS.
Can you live a lie?
It’s a ghost town, this place that haunts me, the one that made me.
It’s clear to me that I’ll never outgrow Triple Falls or outlive the time I spent here.
I can still feel them, my boys of summer.
Even when I’d sensed the danger, I gave in.
I didn’t heed a single warning. I let my sickness, my love, both rule and ruin me. I played my part, eyes wide open, tempting fate until it delivered.
There was never going to be an escape.
All of us are to blame for what happened. All of us are serving our own sentences. We were careless and reckless, thinking our youth made us indestructible, exempt from our sins, and it cost us everything.
I’m done pretending I didn’t leave the largest part of me between these hills and valleys, between the sea of trees that hold my secrets.
It’s the reason I’m back. To make peace with my fate.
And if I can’t grieve enough to cure myself in my time here, I’ll remain sick. That will be my curse.
But it’s time to confess, to myself more so than any other, that I’d hindered my chances because of the way I was built, and because of the men who built me.
At this point, I just want to make peace with who I am, no matter what ending I get.
Because I can no longer live a lie.
