Sinner’s Kiss by April Lust

SHE’S ADDICTED TO MY SINNER’S KISS.

What doesn’t kill a man makes him stronger.
If that’s true, I must be f*ckin’ Hercules, because I’ve been on death’s doorstep more times than I can count.
This time, though, I might not be coming back.
It’s not as though I don’t deserve death.
God knows I’ve ended enough lives with my own two hands.
I’ve spilled blood, hot and spurting, and laughed at the sight of it.
Maybe this was my fate all along.

But out of nowhere, she showed up.
A guardian angel if ever there was one.
Pure, sweet, and kind – those things don’t exist in my world.
Seeing those pretty eyes was like a breath of fresh air for a drowning man.
But now that she’s saved, the tables have turned.
My angel is about to learn that hell is just a state of mind.
She’s mine now. And I’m never letting her go.