Waves of pleasure ran through Jelisette as Emery moved, fitting himself between her thighs. He bent, his mouth claiming hers in a searing kiss as his hard length slid into her.
“You’re mine,” she murmured against his lips. “Forever.”
“Forever,” he agreed.
Words were no longer needed between them as they climbed and climbed towards their peak together. They were two, joined as one. Bound and Blessed by Isvana and Ithiar.
Nothing would ever tear them apart.
The End
A Heart of Desire and Deceit
ELAYNA R. GALLEA
To anyone whose heart has been stomped on and broken into pieces,
this one’s for you.
Author’s note
A Heart of Desire and Deceit is a new adult fantasy romance set in a secondary world setting.
I never want my content to be harmful to any of my readers. This is a dystopian world, and there are certain situations that may be triggering, including violence and death.
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Blurb
How does one pick up the pieces of their life after it has been obliterated by the person they mistakingly trusted?
Ryker Waterborn’s heart is broken, and his wife is a killer. Their marriage is a sham, built on a foundation of murder, lies, and deceit. They’re broken. Destroyed. Yet, even after hearing her confession, Ryker cannot leave Brynleigh in the Pit.
In an act of foolish love, he makes a deal to set Brynleigh free. All she has to do is go back to her Maker and find evidence that Jelisette de la Point is a traitor.
That’s easier said than done, but Brynleigh is left with no choice. She can either accept the deal or rot behind bars. Worse than all that is her relationship with Ryker.
Once, she thought they’d get a happy ending. Now, an ocean divides them.
She broke the rules and fell in love, but is love powerful enough to save them?
CHAPTER 1
An Aching Heart
Staring at his broken wife through what he hoped were dispassionate eyes, Ryker attempted to quell the racing of his aching, broken heart. For three weeks, the fae captain had existed in a state of anger and disbelief, unwilling and unable to accept the truth of what had occurred on his wedding night.
His beautiful, intelligent, intriguing vampire had lied to him.
She’d played him for a gods-damned fucking fool.
Ryker knew that was true. He understood it in the same way that someone understood that the sky was blue, flowers bloomed in the spring, and the sun rose in the east every morning.
That understanding did nothing to dispel the absolute agony coursing through him like a raging river during a thunderstorm. It did not heal his brokenness.
Every breath was like inhaling shards of shattered glass. Every pulse of his pulverized heart was like throwing salt in an open wound. Every single second was worse than the last.
Broken.