For the first time since its release, the ENTIRE USA Today Bestselling Goddess Isles series by Pepper Winters is available in two boxed set editions!
“A brilliantly dark, depraved and sensual romance that will have you begging for more!! 5 stars!” Miss Petite Brunette Book Blog“
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Eleanor Grace is a naïve dreamer. Trusting and young, she believes her travel-loving boyfriend can save her when her freedom is snatched and sold. Squirrelled away to an island at dawn, delivered to a man even darkness won’t touch, she’s bound by a contract.
Sullivan Sinclair is the giver of fantasies. Any wish, any desire—he is the master at quenching even the filthiest appetites. His private paradise and perfectly trained goddesses are there for one purpose: to ensure every guest is extremely well satisfied.
He bought her.
He trapped her.
She belongs to him
Once a Myth
He bought her. He trapped her. She belongs to him.
Twice a Wish
She’s jinxed him. Cursed him. Awakened him.
Third a Kiss
An elixir given to a monster. A goddess running for her life. An ending neither of them can survive.
Fourth a Lie
A fledgling connection. A war they can’t stop. A future that doesn’t bow to fate.
Fifth a Fury
A fated romance. A fight that will finish in tears. The age-old battle of good versus evil.
A monster and a goddess who have a special power to escape. A fantasy that Sully dares to share. A visit to Euphoria like no other.
Eleanor granted Sully’s ultimate fantasy. Now, it’s Sully’s turn to grant hers.
“To Dark Romance lover, IT’S A MUST READ SERIES, HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.” Books Lover
GODDESS ISLES VOLUME ONE
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GODDESS ISLES VOLUME TWO
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Snippet from Once a Myth:
Her bare feet sank into the crystal sugar sand. Her breakable fingers fluttered once by her sides as if she fought the urge to curl them. Her head tilted, cascading incredibly long, tangled hair over her shoulder.
Knotty and dull, the length was a distraction from the otherwise pleasing features of her face. Pixy chin, high cheekbones, smoky grey eyes, and eyebrows that slashed across her smooth brow with temper and seething refinement.
Fck, the price I could charge for a night with her. Even straight out of her abduction, with shadows smudging her beauty from travel, rope burn around her neck, tattooed barcode on her wrist, and bruises marking her otherwise perfect skin from her punishments, she was a fcking natural-born immortal.
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.
One I very much wanted to yank from the stars and slander with every debasing, demeaning, and downright disgusting act I could think of.
The kick of interest turned into a lick of lust.
I’d never sampled my stock. I didn’t play with the toys my customers paid for.
But her…fck, I was tempted. Sorely, deliciously tempted. Our eyes locked, grey to blue. My island, my pride and joy and deliverer of fantasies, vanished behind a suffocating void. There was no parrot chatter. No jasmine breeze. No lapping waves. There was just her. The dark-haired, coldly judging, queenly, impenetrable girl. My lust thickened, coiling from my belly to my cck.
I curled my hands, fighting my body’s reaction to swell, to heat, to crave this innocent consort.
And then, she moved of her own accord.
Not away from me, but toward me.
My legs locked, my body turned rigid, my heartbeat increased into a steady pound of hunger.
She stopped with a metre between us. The grey jumper she wore hid her body, but it couldn’t belie that beneath the fabric was yet more wonder. Shapes and sinew. Curves and caverns. A girl who was grace and elegance.
“Are you him?”
Fck, her voice. Low pitched but soft. Husky but feminine. Sht, her lips.
Naturally peach with a stung bottom fullness and shapely bow. Everything about her mouth was made for sucking a man’s cck and granting him every pleasure he requested. My suit became tight. My blood hissed into my trousers, adding pressure to my throbbing erection, reminding me it’d been a fcking age since I’d stuck that part of myself into another. Since I’d stopped indulging in my own fantasies to focus on delivering them to others. Since I’d become disillusioned with the idea of fcking an immortal. Since my illusions had skipped the binds of reality and ensured sex with normal could never compete with the soul-quaking fcking of a siren or angel.
Well, hadn’t my dreams just been fcking granted? What was she? Who was she? Where in the gdd*mn hell had she come from?
Those traffickers deserved a raise. A bonus. A place in eternal paradise for delivering her.
Bought and paid for.
I swallowed hard, battling the undeniable black satisfaction that gave me.
I didn’t have to rent her for a night.
I didn’t have to give her back after I came deep inside her.
She was mine.