“Some say the past is in the past. That vengeance will hurt both innocent and guilty. I never believed those lies. Once my lust for revenge is sated, I’ll say goodbye to hatred. I’ll find a new beginning.”
SIN & SUFFER
She came from a past Arthur “Kill” Killian never forgot. She made him sin and made him suffer. She tugged him from the shadows and showed him he wasn’t as dead as he thought. And with her resurrection came betrayal, deceit, and war.
But then they took her. Stole her. Imprisoned her.
Now Kill’s carefully laid plans for vengeance are complete. He craves action, retribution-the blood of his enemies. War has begun. War is all they’ll know until they’ve paid their penance. He will get her back-and rewrite their destiny . . .
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“Cleo made me sin and she made me suffer. With her resurrection came deceit and war. But then they took her. Stole her. And my carefully laid plans for vengence were now my reality. They’d brought everything I was about to do on themselves. They had no one else to blame, nowhere else to hide. War had begun. It’s time to rewrite our destiny.”
“To the outside world, I was just a biker. To my brothers, I was just a president. To Cleo, I was just Arthur the mathematician from her past. But everyone was wrong. Only Wallstreet knew the real me. He knew me because he’d groomed me into what I’d become.”
Oh, how I have been waiting for the conclusion to Kill and Cleo’s story. After the way things ended in Ruin & Rule, I have been on pins and needles waiting to see how things would play out! I was left with so many questions and was dying to find out those answers!! And I gotta tell you, Sin & Suffer delivers!!
Sin & Suffer picks up right where the last book left off, and let me tell you, this book hits the ground running. As soon as I opened this book on my kindle, as soon as I read that very first page, as soon as I read this quote: “War had begun. It’s time to rewrite our destiny”, I was hooked! I had to know more. I couldn’t read those pages fast enough. And the more I read, the harder it was to put this book down!
Sin & Suffer is dark, intense and gritty. Told from dual points of view, this book is everything that I’ve come to know and love from a Pepper Winters novel and more. It captivates you and pulls you in. You connect instantly with the characters. Their frustrations and emotions so palpable; so real you feel as though they are your own. Kill and Cleo’s road to HEA, is definitely not an easy one. Their journey is hard. But, the love that these two share is so undeniable. Nothing and no one can come between them. Not their pasts. Not amnesia. Not injury. Not ever death. Yes, these two are fated to be together and I feel sorry for anyone who would dare try to separate these two….
There’s not much that I can say about Sin & Suffer because I don’t want to spoil it for you. Here is what I will share with you….Sin & Suffer is one thrilling read. It will shock you. It will frustrate you. It will anger you. And with all that bad, comes good. You will see light in the dark. You will find some happiness. You will fall in love and be rooting for a HEA. This book has action and suspense. There is never a dull moment or shortage of sexy good times. And you can’t forget about all the twists and turns. I’m telling you, this book has it all. Sin & Suffer is the exciting conclusion to Ruin & Rule and should not be missed!
*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, via the publisher and NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review*
I’d been raised on a motorbike, and tonight was the first time that I didn’t find that freedom—that
peace. The loss of Cleo ate at my soul. The pain of failing her all over again threatened to crumble me into destruction.
I rode fast.
I rode hard.
But I felt as if I treaded water. Fought against demons. Got fucking
The hum of tires and growl of engines only worsened my emotional torture. Peace? What was that? I’d never find peace again if I failed her a second time.
The speedometer needle climbed higher, teasing the boundaries of red danger.
Hurry up, for Christ’s sake!
The journey from Pure Corruption to Dagger Rose was an endless fucking marathon.
Every stop sign was a mortal enemy, every traffic light my ultimate nemesis.
An hour we’d been driving and we hadn’t even passed the halfway point.
My teeth clenched harder as I hunched farther over the bike.
We were late.
We were late and I was fucking pissed.
I was livid at my weakness.
I was furious at my condition.
And I was incandescent with rage at Mo and Grasshopper for not finding some way to fix this clusterfuck.
The nurse at the hospital had filed charges against me and called the police. She’d done everything in her power to detain me, all because I couldn’t leash my temper. She’d refused to give me the forms to sign out. She’d held my fucking clothes hostage. She’d deliberately antagonized me to the point where I would’ve probably killed her if Grasshopper hadn’t taken me into a janitor’s closet, stolen some fat man’s clothes, and thrown them at me.
I growled under my breath, anxiety and anger circulating hot in my blood. I needed to fly. I needed this journey to fucking end.
I need her.
I shivered as hurtling wind sliced through the horrific Hawaiian print shirt encasing my broad torso. The sleeves were too short, the chest too tight, and I couldn’t look at the god-awful
track pants clinging to my legs.
I missed my leathers.
Shit, I missed my own damn bike.
Grasshopper’s custom Triumph was all wrong. The acceleration sluggish compared to my beast. The Pure Corruption logo of skulls and all-important abacas was drawn freehand with glowing flames on the frame.
The flames seared my heart.
My mind whooshed with burning houses, smoking remains, and charred dreams of ever growing old with the girl I loved. She’d witnessed her parents’ double homicide.
She’d almost burned to death.
All because I wasn’t strong enough to save her.
And I’m not strong enough to save her now.
The agony of the never-ceasing headache hollered in agreement.
I’m a liability. I don’t deserve her.
Every mile we charged, my injuries and shortcomings became more apparent.
My head hurt like a motherfucker.
My vision was frighteningly narrowed.
My mind slothfully slow.
The joy of thinking in algorithms, the speed of dealing with figures and equations was . . . damaged.
I was fuzzy.
I was lost.
I hated to admit it, but the doctor was right.
There’s something wrong with me.
Everything raged inside. I couldn’t find that calm—that control. I was on the cusp of wreaking my revenge—on the precipice of having everything I’d been working toward coming true.
I couldn’t afford to be broken now.
I can’t bear to be ruined when she needs me.
The roar of another Triumph coasted beside me.
I looked to the side.
Mo matched my speed, still managing to look badass even with
Grasshopper riding bitch on the back.
I felt empty, vulnerable at not having my usual weapons. But I’d refused to waste more time by returning home. Instead, I’d commandeered Grasshopper’s knife and his unregistered pistol and straddled his machine without asking.
What was his was mine. He’d get over it.
He worked for me. Not the other way around.
I’d been dead for too long believing Cleo was lost. I wouldn’t live in such hell again.
Yes, I had a shit-stirring headache. Yes, something was seriously fucking wrong with me.
But none of that mattered.
I have to get to Cleo.
Excerpted from SIN & SUFFER by Pepper Winters.
Copyright © 2016 by Pepper Winters. Used with permission of Grand Central Publishing. All rights reserved.
About Pepper Winters
Pepper Winters is a New York Times and USA Todayinternational bestseller. She loves dark romance, star-crossed lovers, as well as the forbidden and taboo. She strives to write a story that makes readers crave what they shouldn’t, and delivers complex plots and unforgettable characters that keep readers talking long after the last page is turned.
On a personal note she loves to travel, has an addiction to creme brulee, and is married to an incredible Canadian who puts up with her endless work hours and accompanies her on signings. She’s also a firm believer that the impossible can become possible.