Once a Myth (Goddess Isles, #1)

by Pepper Winters

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

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

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

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.

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.”