"In many ways, I had no other choice but to fall for Eden. She isn’t just Legion’s weakness. She is mine. She is the embodiment of my black, bleeding heart, walking this Earth, beating for someone else."
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, S.L. Jennings, comes a special Se7en Sinners holiday novella...If you’re reading this, you know that I’m not dead.
Shocker.
No need to play surprised. You should know you can’t kill the unkillable.
But as undead as I may be, there’s a part of me that didn’t survive past the gates of that cemetery in New Orleans. The part of me that hasn’t been whole since I kissed her goodbye, her memories a bittersweet stain on my lips.
I thought I could forget her. I thought I could walk away and play the selfless, valiant role for the first time in my God-damned existence. But no matter how much I try to drink or screw her away, I can’t let her go.
Eden.
I’ve been searching for a distraction. Something to help me forget her taste, her scent, her breathy moans that were a heated caress against my bitter cold soul.
And maybe I’ve finally found it.
Or maybe I’m just f*cked up enough to pretend that I could ever leave her alone.
*previously published in Such Violent Delights, a holiday anthology
Genre: Paranormal Romance
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, S.L. Jennings, comes a special Se7en Sinners holiday novella...If you’re reading this, you know that I’m not dead.
Shocker.
No need to play surprised. You should know you can’t kill the unkillable.
But as undead as I may be, there’s a part of me that didn’t survive past the gates of that cemetery in New Orleans. The part of me that hasn’t been whole since I kissed her goodbye, her memories a bittersweet stain on my lips.
I thought I could forget her. I thought I could walk away and play the selfless, valiant role for the first time in my God-damned existence. But no matter how much I try to drink or screw her away, I can’t let her go.
Eden.
I’ve been searching for a distraction. Something to help me forget her taste, her scent, her breathy moans that were a heated caress against my bitter cold soul.
And maybe I’ve finally found it.
Or maybe I’m just f*cked up enough to pretend that I could ever leave her alone.
*previously published in Such Violent Delights, a holiday anthology
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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