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260 pages, Paperback
First published January 26, 2015
“My skin begged for his touch. My lips tingled for his. Every inch of me craved what he could deliver.”
“If we hadn’t been bound by sin and debts and a lust that refused to be denied, we were now.”
“You’re mine, therefore, you are my affliction. So I will feel what you feel, and i will live what you live. You won’t understand what I mean. Not yet. But it’s my best sacrifice. The only thing I can offer.”
I’d become enraptured by my capturer. My tormentor. My would-be murderer. I only had eyes for him. My heart only beat for him. What does that say about me?
“It’s your initials that I bear. Your mark. Your brand. I may be born a Hawk, but I’ve been captured by a Weaver.”
I’d become enraptured by my CAPTURER. My TORMENTOR. My would-be MURDERER. I only had eyes for HIM. My heart only beat for HIM.
~ NILA
“I found you. I stole you. I took you from others who didn’t appreciate the gift of what you are, and now I’m NEVER letting you go.”
~ JETHRO





“You’re mine, therefore, you are my affliction. So I will feel what you feel, and I will live what you live. You won’t understand what I mean. Not yet. But it’s my best sacrifice. The only thing I can offer.”
~ KITE007

“You will let me inside you. And you will let me own you. You will, because we don’t have a choice. You’re inside me. DON’T YOU GET IT? You’re inside ME and it’s only fair that I’m inside YOU.”
~ JETHRO
“Unicorns do exist.”



“This was about me. Me standing up for myself, and for a future I wanted, not a future already planned for me.”
“You’re inside me. Don’t you get it? You’re inside me. And it’s only fair that I’m inside you.”


"In that simple fusion of flavour and souls, we gave up. We gave in."

"You don't know the meaning of intense. I'll show you intense. I'll show you what it's like to live in a world full of fucking intensity."
"Delusions were no longer something to fear, but to be embraced. Delusions brought fantasies to life, soothing me, eradicating monsters from my world."

"We were damned to our fates, brought together by a ridiculous vendetta. Yet..something right had come out of something so wrong. We'd somehow found the one person we were meant to find."







I wanted to be like him. I wanted to protect my secrets so damn well that whatever I did next would come as a surprise.
I wanted to rule him.



I didn't want food or water or shelter.
I didn't need love or understanding or connection.
I wanted retribution.
I wanted justice.
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Our eyes locked with fury.
Then something happened.
Something switched.
Fury became desire.
Desire became insanity.
I couldn't withstand the command.
"Fuck this."
I kissed her.

What was this...this tether? How had she captured me so completely, and how the fuck did I sever it?
The deeper I fell into her, the worst it got.


Dark, disturbing and utterly consuming.
If there’s one author who I can guarantee will get my heart pounding at what I’m reading it would have to be Pepper Winters. She’s in a class all of her own in dark erotica and this series is getting ever darker with each instalment if that’s even possible. She transforms the written word into absolute physical horror and it’s so freaking compelling, it’s not true.
As always with these Debt Inheritance books, the story ambles along at a fairly steady pace until it’s time for Nila to start paying those debts back to the Hawks, a family so deeply steeped in tradition and persecution. I really did fear for Nila after the first debt as they are promised to get worse each time and boy was I right. Nothing could have prepared me for the sheer horror of the Second Debt. I had an incredible physical reaction to it – I was reading late at night and should have been putting my Kindle down to sleep but no way in hell was I able to tear my eyes away from the page. All the fine hairs on my arms stood on end, my heart started to pound, my pupils dilated – very few authors can get such a response from me but I take my hat off to Pepper Winters. She manages it. Every. Damn. Time.
All the time I was reading it, I was wondering to myself – how CAN Jethro do this to Nila, the woman he is so obviously falling in love with . He’s staring into the abyss and the abyss is staring right back at him and half of me truly hates him and the other half is reluctantly beginning to fall for him along with Nila.
I may be born a Hawk, but I’ve been captured by a Weaver.
Yes, despite everything and all that is threatened, Nila and Jethro are falling in love. There;s an incredible passion, a blazing fierce intensity building between them that they are powerless to resist and I find myself completely caught up in this despite the fact that Jethro is ultimately Nila’s executioner to be. She has grown so much since the beginning of the story and her passion is stripping him of his arctic armour and thawing out that ice-cold heart. There’s a lot to admire in Nila as she truly stands up for herself in this one and gives as good as she gets.
This is so dark and disturbing but so bloody compelling that I am now desperate for the next book especially after that mother of a cliffy at the end and I can’t even begin to think how awful the Third Debt is likely to be. This was a stunningly good read and, to date, my only 5 star rating of 2015.
5 horrifically addictive stars
“5 My weaver. Her. Hawk. stars”

“It’s your initials that I bear.In this tug of war of Love and hate can they accept their attraction and risk everything or will they be prisoners of their fate? With every book new secrets are unfolded, plot is thickened and players have their lives at stake! Can’t wait to see what’s in store for Jethro and Nila in the game of ‘Debt Inheritance’
Your mark.
Your brand.
I may be born a Hawk,
but I’ve been captured by a Weaver.”


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“I feel what you feel. Whether it be a kiss or a kick or a killing blow. I wished I didn't, but you're mine, therefore, you are my affliction. So, I will feel what you feel, and I will live what you live. You won't understand what I mean. Not yet. But it's my best sacrifice. The only thing I can offer.”
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Before she'd arrived, I'd been a ball of twine- carefully packaged with no loose ends in sight. But Nila, with her needles and scissors, had somehow found a thread and pulled.




" "I won't ever ask anything from you." I flinched as if he'd slapped me.
"Why not?"
"Because I own you. Everything will be given, not requested."



I’d become enraptured by my capturer. My tormentor. My would be murderer.
I only had eyes for him. My heart only beat for him.

”I slept with you because I was weak and because I believed you were different. But you’re not different. You’ll toy with me, hurt me, and ultimately kill me. And then you’ll bury me with the rotting corpses of my slain family.”

He was supposed to give me strength by making me hate him. I wanted to rue him as much as I did the day I found my ancestors graves.
Hate would have kept me warm and alive.

"I forgive you."

Would I always suffer the rhapsody of his touch?

Let me endure, so I may pay the sins of my past. But let me survive, so I may put an end to those who hurt me.





