I only wanted to kiss Sully.
Not this man.
Not Scott.
Not anyone.
Just Sully.
Not this man.
Not Scott.
Not anyone.
Just Sully.
-- Synopsis --
There was a man once. A man who dealt in myth and secrets, hiding behind his mask, making me hunger and wish to know the truth.”
Eleanor Grace belongs to the man and the monster, hating them both but unable to deny that something links them. Something she doesn’t want to feel, something that traps her as surely as the sea surrounding the island where she serves.
Sully Sinclair belongs to his past and the black and white script his life has become. He views his goddesses as commodities—possessions to be treated kindly but firmly. The only problem is…Eleanor is different.
She’s jinxed him.
Cursed him.
Awakened him.
She’s a goddess with the power to ruin him.
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-- My Two Cents --
Review of Once a Myth ➤ https://bit.ly/30BgIwP
This series got even more delicious with book numero dos! I'm entranced by Sully and I cannot get enough of his inner conflict. He is such a contradiction - human and vulnerable; monstrous and vicious; caring and kind; not to mention the fact that he buys women for the pleasure of men! I hate him. I love him. I'm Eleanor.
I felt like I was really able to get inside Sully's head. I'm beginning to understand the dichotomy of his character. On one hand, he wants Eleanor with every part of his being. On the other, due to his past, he can't give in and acts out ruthlessly. However, the moments when his feelings overwhelm him, forcing his hand, leading him toward her with every step... those are the moments I'm currently living for.
I needed her to give me back my soul—to kiss words back into my mouth, to rake her hands through my hair and gift me back my mind. If she could give me back my manhood, then she could take my heart.
Eleanor's youth and naiveté led to her making a decision that, to her, seemed well-thought out and well-prepared, while to me it seemed dumb. It was ill-advised and ill-fated. But really, what did I expect from a girl who was struggling with her new reality? At her age, we all think we're invincible and that we have all the answers. We obviously don't, but you can't convince us of that. So off she went with her stupid plan that just got her into trouble. However, if part of her plan was to push Sully's control, to obliterate his boundaries and unleash his brutality, then she won. Still don't love the girl, but 👏🏽👏🏽 kudos 👏🏽👏🏽
“You truly are high and mighty. Sullivan has let you get away with far too much.”
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Calvin, for speaking up.
As with the last book, the queen of the dark is back and I couldn't be happier. I still have a lot of questions when it comes to Sully. I'm wondering about the truth behind Eleanor's experience with Euphoria. I'm looking for the hidden depths to the past, how it ties to the present, and how it will effect the future. With my fingers crossed for a happy ending, I'm on to book three.
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-- Excerpt --
A defiant whisper tumbled from her lips. “I don’t accept.”
I leaned closer, taunting her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that.”
Her eyes locked on mine, blazing with smoke. “I said, I will never accept that you own me. You don’t own me. You will never own me.”
“Oh no?” Ripping at my tie, I yanked it off, and, with quaking hands, collared it around her throat. Pulling on the remaining length, I growled, “I paid money to receive you. I have paperwork to show the bill of sale. You eat my food. You sleep in my bed. You sunbathe on my goddamn beach. And now…now you wear my leash.” My nose almost brushed hers, our breaths mingling, our chemistry igniting. “If you aren’t a paid pet, then what are you?”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“So why are you trembling?”
She panted as my gaze locked on her mouth. Her sweet, perfect, delicious fucking mouth. “Why are you?”
“Because I’m seconds away from either fucking you or killing you and I don’t know which will win—”
Swooping up, she crashed her mouth to mine.
The second her lips touched mine…everything I’d fought for collapsed.
My control.
My willpower.
Gone.
Dust.
Desire.
Digging two handfuls in her hair, I jerked up. She rose to her knees, completely at my command. Deepening the kiss, giving her no leniency or kindness, I took and fucking took.
Her fingernails dug into my wrists, holding onto me as I plunged my tongue into her mouth.
Just like our previous kisses, there was nothing soft or sweet. It was war. Vicious and fiendish, sending lust licking like a whip.
She moaned and tried to stand but I kept her hovering, subservient and submissive, trapped and tormented.
Our teeth clacked together. She fought back. Her tongue swiped against mine. Everything else vanished. The fact that I had to be back later for a guest’s arrival. The fact that I’d commanded the pilot to collect us after I’d disciplined my goddess. The fact that I’d flown halfway across the goddamn planet, only to turn around again the moment I thought I’d lost this girl.
All of it. All my mistakes and downfalls disappeared as I turned the kiss into raw violence.
She cried out as I crashed to my knees and kissed her harder. She tried to get free but I held her firm, sucking out her oxygen, her soul, taking everything she refused to give me.
I’d bought her, yet I couldn’t control a fucking thing about her.
I can’t control myself.
That had to change. She had to understand she couldn’t say no to me. No to my authority, my requests, my guests. No to anything I wanted.
And what I wanted was her.
No matter how much I denied it, refused it.
I want her.
Beneath me, beside me.
I need her.
She gasped as I kissed her so deep, our noses pressed into corresponding cheeks. I suffocated on her and she suffocated on me. We tried to inhale but all we could steal was each other. Sharing air. Partaking in the other’s lust.
Because it was lust that drove this battle.
I leaned closer, taunting her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that.”
Her eyes locked on mine, blazing with smoke. “I said, I will never accept that you own me. You don’t own me. You will never own me.”
“Oh no?” Ripping at my tie, I yanked it off, and, with quaking hands, collared it around her throat. Pulling on the remaining length, I growled, “I paid money to receive you. I have paperwork to show the bill of sale. You eat my food. You sleep in my bed. You sunbathe on my goddamn beach. And now…now you wear my leash.” My nose almost brushed hers, our breaths mingling, our chemistry igniting. “If you aren’t a paid pet, then what are you?”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“So why are you trembling?”
She panted as my gaze locked on her mouth. Her sweet, perfect, delicious fucking mouth. “Why are you?”
“Because I’m seconds away from either fucking you or killing you and I don’t know which will win—”
Swooping up, she crashed her mouth to mine.
The second her lips touched mine…everything I’d fought for collapsed.
My control.
My willpower.
Gone.
Dust.
Desire.
Digging two handfuls in her hair, I jerked up. She rose to her knees, completely at my command. Deepening the kiss, giving her no leniency or kindness, I took and fucking took.
Her fingernails dug into my wrists, holding onto me as I plunged my tongue into her mouth.
Just like our previous kisses, there was nothing soft or sweet. It was war. Vicious and fiendish, sending lust licking like a whip.
She moaned and tried to stand but I kept her hovering, subservient and submissive, trapped and tormented.
Our teeth clacked together. She fought back. Her tongue swiped against mine. Everything else vanished. The fact that I had to be back later for a guest’s arrival. The fact that I’d commanded the pilot to collect us after I’d disciplined my goddess. The fact that I’d flown halfway across the goddamn planet, only to turn around again the moment I thought I’d lost this girl.
All of it. All my mistakes and downfalls disappeared as I turned the kiss into raw violence.
She cried out as I crashed to my knees and kissed her harder. She tried to get free but I held her firm, sucking out her oxygen, her soul, taking everything she refused to give me.
I’d bought her, yet I couldn’t control a fucking thing about her.
I can’t control myself.
That had to change. She had to understand she couldn’t say no to me. No to my authority, my requests, my guests. No to anything I wanted.
And what I wanted was her.
No matter how much I denied it, refused it.
I want her.
Beneath me, beside me.
I need her.
She gasped as I kissed her so deep, our noses pressed into corresponding cheeks. I suffocated on her and she suffocated on me. We tried to inhale but all we could steal was each other. Sharing air. Partaking in the other’s lust.
Because it was lust that drove this battle.
-- 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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