Throne of Secrets (Prince of Sin, #2)

by Kerri Maniscalco

Gentlemen of vice are especially nice, since their filthy tales contain an abundance of spice. POEMS FOR THE WICKED, VOLUME TWO

Failure just means you’re trying and there’s no shame in that. Don’t let anyone tell you who you are. Believe in yourself. It’s your life and you’ve got to live how you see fit. To hells with everything else.

It was beautiful, luxurious—utterly enchanting, like a dark fairy tale sprung to life.

Nitimur in vetitum. We strive for the forbidden.

“I’ve adored you from nearly the first moment I saw you. I loved you when I didn’t like you. I loved you when you bested me. And when I bested you. I love your smart mouth, your clever mind, your darkest fantasies. Your brightest joy. I love that you never let me win, that any victory I have is fleeting but earned. And I will live out the rest of eternity loving you.”