Once a Myth (Goddess Isles, #1)

by Pepper Winters

The worst thing to ever happen to me? Being stolen, sold, and gifted. Being delivered to a man who isn’t just a man, but a monster. Being told I now belong to him. How did I survive it? I guess I’ll have to fight and find out…

Patience was a virtue. Patience was a gift. Patience will grant my freedom.

was god. And my women were goddesses. Goddesses to touch and worship and debase to the point of brutality.

Piss me off, you’re evicted. Hurt my goddesses, you die. Simple.

girl fitting your request has been found and abducted. She has been held for the required time to ensure no police or embassy searches will be a problem. She will be yours by dawn in two days.

This is temporary. Temporary.

Fire and fury escaped my antifreeze. It whooshed through my blood, heating it to a boil, scalding me from the inside out. You. Are. NOTHING!

“Goodbye, Eleanor Grace. Graceful to the end and elegant to a fault. Mr. Sinclair will enjoy destroying you.”

How cruel that my imprisonment was prettier than any dream I could imagine. How unfair that my cage was the Garden of Eden. A Shangri-La dripping in promise and protection, hiding the sinister snakes and sin at its core.

This one moved like she had a crown upon her head. A crown made of dignity and diamonds, heavy on her brow but invaluable to her sense of worth.

Raw and untouched, she bristled with injustice and courage. She could be Artemis’s reincarnation or perhaps Aphrodite’s twin. She didn’t need to be turned into a goddess, she was one.

“Four men a month, Eleanor Grace. One hundred and ninety two men. And then…you’re free.”

I wanted her more than the mountains of money she’d give me. And that was the worst confession I could ever utter.

“You’re dangerous, Eleanor Grace. You have the power to ruin me.”