Tangled
Sin
A Dark Realm Novel
By Georgia
Lyn Hunter
Genre: Paranormal Romance
In a world of
encroaching darkness and carnal hunger, a deadly sin awakens…
Bound to a legacy
he cannot escape, Riley is a demon unlike any other. With each passing century,
his soul grows darker until the seductive trouble-magnet, Saia Sen-Grayson,
stumbles into his path and throws his entire world off kilter. But danger has a
way of finding him and destroying anything worthwhile in his life.
The biggest
challenge in Saia’s life is evading her matchmaking socialite mother. Then she
crashes into the sexiest man in her aunt’s building. One look into his striking
green eyes and her fleeing days skid to a halt, except she gets more than she
bargains in the sexy, tattooed bartender.
And neither can
deny the burning attraction between them.
When his tainted
past closes in on him, Riley’s forced to make the toughest decision ever to
keep her safe. Then Saia’s hauled by a deadly adversary into his dark and
treacherous world of Stygia—a place of old betrayals. Now Riley must face his
past and accept his future in order to save the woman who belongs to him.
But danger comes in
many forms and the one least expected might be the sin that seals their fates
once and for all…
Shivering a little,
Saia gratefully slipped into the warmth of the softly lit bar. The low, sultry
sounds of blues drifted from a jukebox on the far end near the red brick wall.
Two pools tables were adjacent to it. Dark wood made up the bar that ran almost
the length of the back wall. Leather seats and wooden tables filled the rest of
the space around a small, makeshift dance floor where several couples swayed.
Women crowded the
bar at one end—probably because of the eye-candy that Niki mentioned. Snorting,
Saia shrugged off her coat and handed it to Niki. Spying an empty table at the
back, she nodded at it. “Grab that spot, I’ll go get our drinks.”
She turned for the
bar and froze. All thoughts of having fun and forgetting about the horrible
weekend ahead slid right out of her mind, her attention caught by the guy
behind the counter.
He worked here?
As if there was a
direct link between them, Riley looked up and stilled, then his green eyes
narrowed. Her stomach whirled like leaves in the wind.
“Sai, where are the
drinks?”
The sound of Niki’s
voice yanked Saia back to where she was. She wasn’t even aware that she’d
backed away and had dropped down beside her friend.
“So, you like the
eye-candy, huh?” Niki teased when she saw where Saia was looking. “He’s the
best one here. You want some fun, he’s perfect for that.”
Perfect? He’d
already shown her exactly what he could do with his mouth, both verbally and
physically. Heat flooded Saia’s face.
“Ahh, so that’s how
it is. Make a move then, Sai”—Niki nudged her shoulder—“or one of those
bar-tarts will wind up with him in her bed tonight.”
Darn, she couldn’t
keep anything hidden from her sharp-eyed friend.
For some reason,
the thought of him with another woman made her tummy hollow out. Unable to get
her chaotic thoughts in order, she pushed to her feet. “I'm going to the
restroom.”
Niki sprang up and
grabbed her by the elbow, effectively blocking her escape. “Oh, no you don’t.
Come on, Sai. Live a little. Soon enough, you’ll be shackled to a man of your
mother's dream.”
“Stop saying that.”
“Then prove me
mistaken. Hell, Sai, I love your family, but this is just so wrong, your mother
choosing your husband.”
At Niki’s comments,
Saia’s stomach churned. God, she hated how wussy she appeared. But she had to
tell her friend the truth about Riley.
I’ve been creating
stories from the moment I could string two words together. No matter the tale,
it always has romance woven through them. Yes, I'm a hopeless romantic.
When I’m not
writing or plotting new books, I like to read, travel, painting, or troll flea
markets where I usually buy things I might never actually use because they're
so pretty.
After working in a
few jobs all art related, a chosen career as a fashion designer, then an art
teacher, I finally found my passion four years ago: writing. There really is no
other job I’d rather do.
Oh, and I live in
the beautiful country of South Africa.
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