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‘A dexterous touch upon a hurting heart will heal a broken soul.’
The first time my father took me to hell, I feared the dark
The next time, I left my soul there
Now, my scars run deeper than the ocean floor
Through the darkness, came light
Tall, enigmatic, older
Through the fear, came love
Seductive, soothing, sensual
Through the pain, came triumph
Redeeming, embracing, liberating
Xavier Sinclair stole the air to my lungs for just a moment before he gave me a lifetime to breathe
Never Miss a New Book.
Born and raised in the coastal city of Durban, South Africa, she now lives in the City of Gold, Johannesburg. Charlene’s days are an energetic mixture of a full time job, a wife and mom to two beautiful teenagers and four dogs. She holds a law degree and is a passionate events manager.
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