Sin and Ink (Sweetest Taboo, #1)

by Naima Simone

The woman is my Bathsheba, my Delilah, my Mary all rolled into one. My weakness, my damnation…my strength.

“There is no choice. I made it two years ago. Hell, five years ago. You. I chose to step back and not pursue you when I saw how happy Connor made you. I chose to shut down my heart and settle for meaningless fucks because no woman would ever or could ever be you. I chose to hire you even though being around you day in and day out was torture. I chose to be your fuck buddy because it’s all I could have of you, and I’m enough of a selfish bastard to grab it with both hands. It’s always been you, Eden. Even knowing you’re not mine, would never be mine, it’s always been you.”

My love for him is that of a woman who has experienced the suffering of life and has come out stronger, forged into unbreakable steel. A woman who understands that she doesn’t need a man by her side to complete the picture of who she is but chooses to want him there. My love for him is with the knowledge that heroes aren’t shiny, golden-haired, perfect gods. They’re men. Scarred, battered, wounded men with feet of clay…and hearts of the purest, most precious gold.