Title: The Fall of Sin
Author: Bella J
Genre: Dark Romance
Editor: Lori Whitwam
Cover Designer: Clarise Tan from CT Cover Designs
Publication Date: May 13th, 2020
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Mila
Secrets. Lies. Deception.
It’s all part of his vendetta, and so am I. He stole me, used me as one of his pawns by forcing me into a marriage I wanted no part of. I had to sign my name on the dotted line, and now he owns me…body, mind, and soul.
That’s why I ran. I had to escape the monster whose touch corrupted me. Break free from the man who seduced me, the beast who gave me a taste of the darkness.
But now I crave it. I need it. I need him.
I’m his to play with…until I break.
Saint
Distraction. Addictive. Toxic.
Mila wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a signature, a beautiful secret, a wife with no voice. Instead, she became an addiction, a complication that could cost me everything—a price I wasn’t willing to pay…until she ran from me.
Now, the game has changed, and the stakes are much higher. She thinks she’s seen the worst of me, convinced I couldn’t be more vicious and cruel. But I’m about to prove her wrong because I’ll risk everything to get what I want.
Revenge…and my wife.
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All the way from Cape Town, South Africa, Bella J lives for the days when she's able to retreat to her writer's cave where she can get lost in her little pretend world of romance, love, and insanely hot bad boys.
Bella J is a Hybrid Author with both Self-Published and Traditional Published work. Even though her novels range from drama, to comedy, to suspense, it's the dark, twisted side of romance she loves the most.
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There was nothing tender about his kiss. It wasn’t loving, or caring, or an act to show affection. It was an act of hard passion to show ownership. To take and to mark, to make sure I knew who I belonged to.
Him.
He tore his lips from mine, his tongue lapping up what was left of our kiss. “I’m not done with you yet, segreto.”
“What do you mean?”
He sucked air through his teeth. “You ran from me. You think I’m going to let that go unpunished?”
Chills wracked through me at the memory of my last punishment. I could still feel the burn of leather on my flesh just thinking about it. “I’m not playing one of your sexual games, Saint.”
“Who says I’m playing?”
I stepped back, my lips tender from his fierce kiss. “If I asked you not to hurt me—”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t ask me something I can’t give you.”
I frowned. “You can’t give me your word? A promise?”
He bit his lower lip, and the mask he always wore which kept me from reading his expression slipped back into place. “Not when it comes to hurting you.”
A car drove by, the sound intruding on the silence around us. Saint walked around the car and stopped at the driver-side door. “Get in the car, Mila.”
I looked his way. “You’re so sure you’re going to hurt me that you’re not even willing to give me your word that you won’t?”
There was no attempt from him to respond. He merely stared back at me, not giving me an answer I wanted to hear.
“I’m not like you.” I weaved my fingers together and turned to face him. “I’m not like you, Saint.”
“A fact I’m very much aware of.”
“Do you want me to be like you? Be someone who likes pain?”
“No.” He shook his head. “You have it all wrong. I don’t like pain. I only like inflicting it.”
