by Nazarea Andrews
I grew up knowing my destiny. Daddy pounded it in my head, my brother repeated it every day of my life. I was the only daughter of the Orsi crime syndicate, the pretty prize that would bring peace. My one job was to marry Callum Sheehan, the vicious head of the Irish mob in Chicago.
I never questioned my future–until I saw him.
The man who was never meant to love her…
I wasn’t going to the wedding. It’s shit that my brother does, things our father requires of the heir of the Sosa cartel. Not me. I’m the black sheep, the one Mama spoiled, and my father loves, but without the pressure of expectation. But Sheehan is too big a deal for me to blow off.
And then I see her.
The love that started a war…
She isn’t mine. She will never be mine. I watch her fall apart when she thinks no one is watching. I watch her marry another man. I watch her bravery. And I don’t care who she belongs to or that it will start a war between our families.
I will damn us both to possess her, and burn down the world to keep her.
A modern erotic retelling of Helen of Troy, and the epic love that brought an empire to its knees.
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I'm drowning in white satin and silk.
The wedding dress was Mae’s suggestion. Not that I have one--that's rather obvious--but that it be this monstrous thing. Peony lowers it over my head and I wiggle around, until the fitted torso slips into place.
It fits like a glove. Like it was made for me. Like a damn lock and key, trapping me into a life I didn't pick.
My heart is pounding and my breathing is going choppy. Peony leans in, brushing my hair back from my shoulders and murmurs, “Easy, Illy. Hold it together.”
I nod once, forcing my breathing to slow and counting silently. Shoving the panic down and burying it with a smile before Maeve comes in the room with a veil made of antique lace.
She's his cousin, and one of my closest friends. But I don't trust her. I've never been that desperate or stupid.
I don't trust anyone. Once, I thought I could trust Cassio. But even that was ripped away.
“Oh my god,” Mae says, sweeping closer, her big blue eyes shining. She looks so happy, for a second I forget I’m the one getting married. “Illy, you look—God, he won’t even know what hit him.”
I remember him, on the pool deck, and the fury in his eyes when I asked about his dead wife. I remember the way he had stared at me, like a possession and not a person.
Nazarea Andrews' Bio
Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.
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