Salt Kiss | Sierra Simone | Signed Bookplate
After being a soldier, working as a bodyguard should have been simple: keep the owner of DC’s ultra-secret club safe, don’t think about his midnight eyes or his devil’s smile, don’t surrender my body to his wicked desires.
But I underestimated Mark Trevena and the power of his dark, seductive world. I underestimated the hold he’d have on me, the way I would do anything for him at all. And so when he asks me to escort his soon-to-be bride home, I can only—miserably, broken-heartedly—say yes.
Isolde is nothing like I expect, however. Quiet and lonely and sharp. A girl who likes knives and God. A girl whose nightmares echo my own. And one night while sailing under the cold stars, we share a reckless, tear-soaked kiss.
I’m doomed. Falling in love with Mark was one thing, but his bride too? Being in love with a husband and wife at the same time?
Torture. Misery. A tragedy if tragedies came with bruises, sweat, sighs.
But it isn’t enough to merely fall into the forbidden.
Because in Mark Trevena’s world, the fall is only the beginning…
After being a soldier, working as a bodyguard should have been simple: keep the owner of DC’s ultra-secret club safe, don’t think about his midnight eyes or his devil’s smile, don’t surrender my body to his wicked desires.
But I underestimated Mark Trevena and the power of his dark, seductive world. I underestimated the hold he’d have on me, the way I would do anything for him at all. And so when he asks me to escort his soon-to-be bride home, I can only—miserably, broken-heartedly—say yes.
Isolde is nothing like I expect, however. Quiet and lonely and sharp. A girl who likes knives and God. A girl whose nightmares echo my own. And one night while sailing under the cold stars, we share a reckless, tear-soaked kiss.
I’m doomed. Falling in love with Mark was one thing, but his bride too? Being in love with a husband and wife at the same time?
Torture. Misery. A tragedy if tragedies came with bruises, sweat, sighs.
But it isn’t enough to merely fall into the forbidden.
Because in Mark Trevena’s world, the fall is only the beginning…
After being a soldier, working as a bodyguard should have been simple: keep the owner of DC’s ultra-secret club safe, don’t think about his midnight eyes or his devil’s smile, don’t surrender my body to his wicked desires.
But I underestimated Mark Trevena and the power of his dark, seductive world. I underestimated the hold he’d have on me, the way I would do anything for him at all. And so when he asks me to escort his soon-to-be bride home, I can only—miserably, broken-heartedly—say yes.
Isolde is nothing like I expect, however. Quiet and lonely and sharp. A girl who likes knives and God. A girl whose nightmares echo my own. And one night while sailing under the cold stars, we share a reckless, tear-soaked kiss.
I’m doomed. Falling in love with Mark was one thing, but his bride too? Being in love with a husband and wife at the same time?
Torture. Misery. A tragedy if tragedies came with bruises, sweat, sighs.
But it isn’t enough to merely fall into the forbidden.
Because in Mark Trevena’s world, the fall is only the beginning…