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A high-octane, tautly-written dark romance with an unforgettable twist that will leave readers gasping, Pen Pal is a story of undeniable love from superstar J. T. Geissinger. Now with an original bonus chapter, this BookTok sensation is not to be missed! It all began with just one line. . . The first letter arrived the day my husband was buried. It was postmarked from the state penitentiary and contained a single sentence: I'll wait forever if I have to. It was signed by Dante, a man I didn't know. Out of simple curiosity, I wrote back to ask him what exactly he was waiting for. His reply? You. I told the mystery man he had the wrong girl. He said he didn't. I said we'd never met, but he said I was wrong. We went back and forth, exchanging letters every week that grew increasingly more intimate. Then, one day, the letters stopped. When I found out why, it was already too late. Dante was at my doorstep. And nothing on earth could have prepared me for what happened next.
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Pen Pal, J. T. Geissinger
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- Jaar van publicatie
- 2025
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- Titel
- Pen Pal
- Taal
- Engels
- Auteurs
- J. T. Geissinger
- Uitgever
- Tor Bramble
- Jaar van publicatie
- 2025
- Formaat
- Paperback
- Aantal pagina's
- 384
- ISBN10
- 1035076993
- ISBN13
- 9781035076994
- Reeks
- Tags
- Fictie, Historisch thema
- Beoordeling
- 4,2 van 5
- Aantekening
- A high-octane, tautly-written dark romance with an unforgettable twist that will leave readers gasping, Pen Pal is a story of undeniable love from superstar J. T. Geissinger. Now with an original bonus chapter, this BookTok sensation is not to be missed! It all began with just one line. . . The first letter arrived the day my husband was buried. It was postmarked from the state penitentiary and contained a single sentence: I'll wait forever if I have to. It was signed by Dante, a man I didn't know. Out of simple curiosity, I wrote back to ask him what exactly he was waiting for. His reply? You. I told the mystery man he had the wrong girl. He said he didn't. I said we'd never met, but he said I was wrong. We went back and forth, exchanging letters every week that grew increasingly more intimate. Then, one day, the letters stopped. When I found out why, it was already too late. Dante was at my doorstep. And nothing on earth could have prepared me for what happened next.