Throne of the Fallen (Prince of Sin, #1)

by Kerri Maniscalco

For those who can’t help falling for the villain and love a sinfully wicked fairy tale, this one is for you.

Gentlemen of virtue are not nearly as nice As the wickedly sinful men of vice.

When the time came, Envy would play the game. He’d reclaim what was his, restore his court, and he’d never endanger his circle by becoming intrigued by a mortal again.

He wasn’t simply handsome, he was striking, his face a study of fine contradictions that made her fingers twitch with the urge to paint the hard, chiseled angles of his face, the soft curves of his lips, and those jewel-toned eyes that stood out against his bronze skin, forever capturing that devilish glint on canvas.

He blinked down at the little hell beast before him, and she smiled even more sweetly back up.

“Aren’t you supposed to be searching for clues to Lucia’s whereabouts?” he asked instead. “Perhaps you aren’t as heartbroken as you’d like everyone to believe.”

Whether due to hubris or ego, man was the only creature who often ignored what no other prey did: trust your instincts or suffer the consequences.

“Do you always lay claim to things that don’t belong to you, Vexley?” Camilla’s lips parted in shock. Did Synton sound… jealous?

“Death isn’t in my plan, pet.” A beat of silence passed. “Do not call me pet.” “Noted, kitten.”

His House motto is Libri Ante Vir. Books before man. He probably has it permanently inked on his ass.”

Darkness was never as appealing as the light to most, but that didn’t mean it was any less integral to life. Too much sunshine withered the soul.

He could say whatever he liked about only keeping her safe for the game. His actions said otherwise.

Maybe they were both damned, wicked things, broken in all the right places so they lined up, jagged edge to smooth.

Emilia clasped Envy’s hands in hers, squeezing gently. “Don’t be an ass to your lady. Or there will be no more cannoli in your future.”

Sometimes two people weren’t meant to be more than one moment. Wondrous and unforgettable though it might be, not all good things were meant to last.

“Your rule…” “Fuck the rules,” he growled. “You’re mine.”