Black Roses_ The Mitchell Sisters Book Three (The Mitchell Sisters #3)

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Piper Mitchell
April 25th was the day I was born.
It was also the day I died.
Blood was still rushing through my veins. Oxygen was still saturating my cells. But for all intents and purposes, I ceased to be among the living.
Going back to New York for my sister's wedding was a mistake, but I made her a promise.
It would be a quick trip. Show up, say the right words, then I'd be gone. This time for good.
I didn't think anyone could understand what was taken from me that fateful day.
Not until I met him.

Mason Lawrence
I threw a football in front of eighty thousand people.
Mingling with the rich and famous was just another part of my job.
Nothing made me nervous.
Not until she walked off that plane and into my life.
She was broken. Shattered by some event she kept hidden under lock and key. The clues on her body failed to reveal her secrets--unlike the clues on my body that clearly publicized mine.
The clock was ticking, giving me only a few short months to uncover the true meaning of the flower branded into her flesh. Because if she got back on that plane, I knew it would be forever.

Note to reader: This book can be read as a standalone novel. It is the third book in a series that follows three sisters.
Due to adult language and sexual situations, this book is intended for mature audiences.

Book Info

  • Original Title:Black Roses_ The Mitchell Sisters Book Three (The Mitchell Sisters #3)
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  • Rating:8.94 / 10
  • Genre:New Adult
  • Language:English
  • ISBN:-
  • Publisher:Published March 29th 2016 by Athena Books Publishing Group





I squeeze my eyes tightly shut. I turn up the already blaring music in my ears, hoping it will drown out the sound of the plane engines catapulting me closer to the one place I don’t want to go.


Can I even call it that anymore after all this time? What is home anyway? According to Google, it’s ‘the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.’

So by definition, I’m homeless. A wanderer. A gypsy.

And that’s exactly how I like it.

Why did I make that stupid promise to Skylar last year? To come back for her wedding; plan it even. What the hell was I thinking?

I re-read the conversation Charlie and I had during my London layover.


Charlie: You okay?


I smile, thinking how it hadn’t even been three hours since I left h...

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