Goddess Isles Book 3: Third a Kiss

Sullivan

I’D FALLEN.

I’d broken.

I slept.

But restful slumber didn’t find me—nightmares did.

Nightmares of family betrayal, vicious lies, and why I’d forgotten how to trust.

I sank into horrors and reminders.

My sins crept from the darkness to maraud and mock, revealing how far I’d gone to wage war on those who’d deceived me.

I had blood upon my hands.

Revenge upon my soul.

And now Eleanor was unlucky enough to have trapped my heart.

This won’t end well…