A Cursed Kiss (Myths of Airren, #1)
Rate it:
Open Preview
Read between January 3 - January 4, 2025
9%
Flag icon
Men could touch what they wanted—take what they wanted—and never taste the bitterness of consequences. If
9%
Flag icon
But the oddest thing about him was that he was reading. In a pub. Filled with murderers. 
10%
Flag icon
Girl? I was no girl. I was a woman on a mission.
13%
Flag icon
That’s what Tadhg was: a nightmare disguised as a dream.
20%
Flag icon
Waiting in the still night air, I kept one eye on the door as I marveled at the stars. Their lights were too weak to banish the darkness, but still they persisted, night after night. They gave me hope that if I, too, persisted, I really could resurrect my sister.
22%
Flag icon
death had made me a shadow.
34%
Flag icon
“Because it is easier to
34%
Flag icon
fear the unknown than to try and understand it. And unfortunately, the loudest voices often belong to the most fearful.”
77%
Flag icon
I deserved someone who would fight for me. Someone who loved me enough to remain faithful. Someone willing to put my needs above his own. 
91%
Flag icon
“There will never be a time or place when I won’t want to be with you.”
91%
Flag icon
“Lady Keelynn Bannon,” he said, going down on one knee, “I’d given up hope of ever finding someone I loved. And then you waltzed into a pub and threatened to kill me.”
91%
Flag icon
“I am wrecked by you,” he said, “completely undone. I would trade my soul for a smile. My kingdom for a kiss. My world to call you my wife. Will you give me the honor of a second chance to be your husband?”
95%
Flag icon
“Thank you for giving me hope,”
95%
Flag icon
“Thank you for letting me love you.” 
95%
Flag icon
“Thank you for setting me free.”