The Collectors Gift
I’ve been given to a man who calls himself a collector of broken things. But he’ll soon find out
I’m anything but broken—
My father is dead, leaving behind a pile of debt to bad men who will do anything to collect it.
My little brother is in danger, and there’s no money left to pay them, or even feed ourselves.
Which leaves me with one thing to sell—my innocence.
A snap decision ends up with me on my knees in front of a Parisian apartment, given to a man
named Alexandre Sartre. He says he collects damaged things, broken things—but to me it looks
like he’s the one who’s broken.
All I want is to get back to my brother, even if it means submitting to him and being his pet, the
way he demands. But as the days go on and the truth of why I’m here starts to reveal itself, I
start to realize there’s more than Alexandre than meets the eye.
Others think he’s a monster. A broken man at best, and an evil one at worst. But I’m not so sure
that’s true—or that he’s past saving. Others see a sick man, but I see a man desperate to be
loved—a man who no one ever really has.
After all, who could ever love a monster? Who could ever love…a beast?
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