She was wrong that it was something at first sight with us. It wasn’t something. It was love. Pure, buckling, brutalising love.
-- Synopsis --
Eleanor Grace is a simple mortal who has the power to topple a god. She captured his heart, fed him a different future, and fought for a fantasy that wasn’t make-believe but destiny.
Sully Sinclair is a man masquerading as a monster. He let down his shields and allowed a goddess to show him a simpler path. However, neither of them could predict the war that was coming, nor the toll it would take.
A fated romance.
A fight that will finish in tears.
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-- My Two Cents --
Once a Myth ➤ https://bit.ly/30BgIwP
Twice a Wish ➤ https://bit.ly/2XPaA1T
Third a Kiss ➤ https://bit.ly/2UCMmGg
Fourth a Lie ➤ https://bit.ly/37OFgUC
Picking up right where the last book left off, Fifth a Fury started things off with a twisted and deliciously questionable bang. How on Earth were Sully and Eleanor supposed to get their happy ending when someone so evil was so desperate to keep them apart? Well, if you know anything about Sully, you know to never say die. This man doesn't give up. He lets ever slight, ever slur, ever piece of disrespect and dishonor fuel his fury. A broken body can't slow him down. Nothing and no one was going to keep him away from Eleanor. Not even certain death.
As much as Sully saw himself as a monster, it was Drake who showed us what true evil looked like.
Drake wasn’t predictable because he operated outside the usual parameters of human psyche. He had no switch inside to prevent him from doing terrible things, no empathy to stop him from hurting others, and no rationale to reason with.
Screw Drake.
Sully and Eleanor. Cal and Jess. Even Pika and Skittles won my heart. The Goddess Isles read like a saga that explored the journey of finding a deep and abiding love in the most unconventional ways. From Eleanor's resilience and fortitude to Sully's black-and-white view and his eventual redemption to the glorious landscape that set the stage for this series, I fell helplessly in love.
I was nothing. But I wanted everything. I deserved nothing. But I needed something... Her.
I was in love with Sully's ideals. In love with his brutality in defence of those who couldn't fight. In love with his devotion to Eleanor and his willingness to be vulnerable to her and to see her as more than worthy. In love with Eleanor's brave attempts at survival, peace, and then the boundless love she found in the midst of such depravity. In love with the side characters, the cameos, the imagery, the hopes, the dreams, the everything.
So yeah, saying I absolutely adored this series would be accurate. It's dark and dangerous featuring a scrumptious anti-hero and his young, naive lover. It's at times sweet and charming and others abrasive and crude. It's painful and full of angst and, as a whole, worthy of all the stars. I can't recommend it enough!
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I only had one real issue with this instalment of the series and it was enough to make me dock a star, which I hated doing because this series was sooooo good. Okay, so I really enjoyed the beginning of the book. And I really enjoyed the end. However, the middle... SO. MUCH. TIME was spent on the in-between that I got bored. Like really, really bored. I didn't get it. I still don't understand why I was plagued by time in the ether. And why am I still being forced to believe that 22 year old (or is she now 23) Eleanor is able to do the things she's somewhat capable of doing? She knows how to hack computers? She has knowledge when it comes to running billion dollar companies? I still don't have a clue where she came from, what type of background she had other than divorced parents and a soul destined to wanderlust. It's ridiculous and I didn't want to be a part of it.
-- Excerpt --
He waggled his fingers again, waiting for me to place my hand in his. The moment our palms kissed, he squeezed tight, making me wince with his newfound power. “First, I’ll tell you how I feel about you releasing my goddesses, removing the guests, and rehoming my rescues.”
I tensed at the unrelenting authority in his tone. I waited for his annoyance and admittance that I’d overstepped. That he would buy more girls soon and intended to continue business as usual once he was healed.
“I’m grateful to you, Eleanor.” He squeezed my hand again. “So fucking grateful that you untangled my life when I was prepared to do it myself. You were the reason I was able to wake up—knowing that at least a part of what I’d done wrong had been righted. You’re correct that I couldn’t keep doing what I did. That I can no longer take advantage of a life, regardless that that is how the world works for so many unlucky creatures.”
He cleared his throat. “As for my donations, I won’t give you a false picture of me and admit I have some secret superhero complex to cure and care for the human race. I don’t. I donate because it paints my company in a better light, gives us more leverage in human testing, and increases our bottom line.”
I opened my mouth to argue but he cocked his head and murmured, “Let me finish.”
I pursed my lips and nodded.
“You might think you’ve figured me out after going through my correspondence, but I am still the same man who first bought you. Yes, my ethics have improved somewhat. And yes, I will no longer use loopholes for my gain. But despite my new appreciation for all life and not just animals, I still find mankind abhorrent. I still despise overpopulation. I still believe the majority are spineless, selfish bastards that are a plague upon resources. However, there are enough who strife for equals rights for all—enough who aren’t greedy, vain, and cruel. So because of them, because of you, I will respect certain boundaries that I didn’t follow before.”
He licked his lips, his gaze focused and fierce on mine. “As for not reliving the past, I can’t promise that. I deserve to feel guilt for what I’ve done. I don’t believe I’ve paid enough penance, even at the hands of my brother or the past six weeks in a black hole. You can’t take it personally if I struggle to accept your unconditional affection for me. You can’t ask me to forget because I don’t want to forget. I want to be better. I want to remember, so I don’t make the same mistakes because I fucking refuse to put you or any creature of mine in danger again. Do you get that? Can you accept that? You have my word that I want to be happy. I want to be happy with you. It might take time for me to forgive myself, but as long as you are there, then I know I can be the best kind of man because you make me better and you’ve already given me more joy than I’ve ever known.”
-- About Pepper Winters --
Pepper Winters is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today International Bestseller. She loves romance, star-crossed lovers, and the forbidden taboo. She strives to write a story that makes the reader crave what they shouldn’t, and delivers tales with complex plots and unforgettable characters.
After chasing her dreams to become a full-time writer, Pepper has earned recognition with awards for best Dark Romance, best BDSM Series, and best Hero. She’s an #1 iBooks bestseller, along with #1 in Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, and Erotica Thriller. She’s also honoured to wear the IndieReader Badge for being a Top 10 Indie Bestseller.
After releasing two books with Grand Central, Hachette (Ruin & Rule and Sin & Suffer) Pepper is a Hybrid Author of both Traditional and Self-published work.
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