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Sierra Simone

American King (New Camelot #3)

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They say that every tragic hero has a fatal flaw, a secret sin, a tiny stitch sewn into his future since birth. And here I am. My sins are no longer secret. My flaws have never been more fatal. And I’ve never been closer to tragedy than I am now.

I am a man who loves, a man whose love demands much in return. I am a king, a king who was foolish enough to build a kingdom on the bones of the past. I am a husband and a lover and a soldier and a father and a president.

And I will survive this.

Long live the king.
RomanceFiction
467 printed pages
Original publication
2017
Publication year
2017
Publisher
Sierra Simone

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        • Angelina Ludoškihas quoted16 days ago
          When we first met, he thought I was his enemy and I thought he was perfect.
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            • Karen Adolfohas quotedlast year
              He swallows, still crying, and stands up, and I know exactly what he wants. I stand up too, and for the first time in his life, I pull my son into my arms and hug him. For every milestone and year I missed, for every other person’s arms he’s felt holding and carrying him, for every empty, bitter moment he felt today when he learned the truth and had to endure it alone.

              I hug him. I close my eyes, press my face into his already strong and heavy shoulder, and I thank God for this unexpected grace. This undeserved mercy.

              Thank you.

              Thank you.

              Thank you.
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