“We’d won. We’d cut through the lies and treachery and promised an alliance that would free us both. But even as we won, we lost. We didn’t see what was coming. We didn’t know we had to plan a resurrection.” Nila Weaver fell in love. She gifted her entire soul to a man she believed was worthy. And in the process, she destroyed herself. Three debts paid, the fourth only days away. The Debt Inheritance has almost claimed another victim. Jethro Hawk fell in love. He let down his walls to a woman he believed was his cure. For a moment, he was free. But then he paid the ultimate price. There is no more love. Only war. Hope is dead. Now, there is only death all around them.
FUNNY HOW LIFE plays practical jokes. The past few days—that had to be a fucking joke, right? There was no logical answer that would make sense to what I’d seen, heard, and lived the past seventy-two hours. My sister. My best-friend and twin. This was what she’d been living with? This was how she’d been treated? This was what she wanted to return to? Motherfucking why? Why would she ever want to return to this insanity? We’d been raised in a broken home, chained to an empire that absorbed us right from birth. But we were kept safe, warm, and loved. We grew up together. We shared everything. But now…I had no fucking clue who my sister was. But then she came to me. A woman I never knew existed. The most stunning creature I’d ever seen. Only she didn’t come to me on feet or wings of an angel. She rolled into my life and demanded my help. And for better or for worse. I helped her.
“LET ME GO!” Daniel cackled like a mad hyena, his fingers stabbing into my bicep. Without breaking his stride, he stole me further away from the parlour and into the bowels of the house. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to go anywhere with him. “Take me back!” I squirmed, doing my best to return to Jethro. He can’t be dead! Just because he lay unmoving and bloody didn’t mean he’d left me behind. That’s exactly what it means. I shook my head, dislodging those awful thoughts. He’s alive. He had to be. I couldn’t tolerate any other answer. I refused to live in a world where evil triumphed over good. That wasn’t right—life couldn’t be that cruel. It’s always been that way. My mind filled with images of my mother. My father’s desolation. My broken childhood. Evil had puppeteered us from day one. Why should now be any different? He’s not dead! I swallowed a sob. Please don’t be dead… I fought harder. “Let me see him. You can’t do this!” Daniel cackled louder. “Keep begging, Weaver. Won’t do you any good.”
About the Author
Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex. She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.