Title: Beautiful Sin
Series: Beautiful Sin #1
Author: Jennilynn Wyer
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Tropes: Reverse Harem/Why Choose/Opposites Attract
Cover Design: Angela Hadden
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Model: Cooper A.
Release Date: August 29, 2023
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I was at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong men. Men who are not what they seem. But neither am I.
Scarred, isolated, and practically alone–that was my life before attending Darlington Founders University.
I spent my days in the shadows, fading into the background and hiding the person I was ten years ago. A broken, damaged girl I didn’t want to remember.
My life changed when I met them. Three men who altered everything. I witnessed something I shouldn’t have, and now I’m suddenly the object of their obsession. Tristan Amato, Hendrix Knight, and Constantine Ferreira. Wealthy playboys hellbent on claiming me for their own.
When I’m thrust into their lives and given no choice but to live with them for my protection, I realize there is a lot more to these dangerous, enigmatic men than meets the eye. As the past and the present collide, dark truths are revealed and whispers of a secret society start to surface. I’m forced to face the very things I repressed all those years ago and question everything I know about who I am, who I can trust… and something much worse…
Am I falling in love with the enemy?
Beautiful Sin is a full-length New Adult romance with dark themes and damaged anti-heroes. It is book one in the Beautiful Sin series and ends with a cliffhanger. Recommended for mature readers. Please check Reader’s Note in the front matter of the book for potential TWs.
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Beautiful Sin by Jennilynn Wyer, copyright 2023
“Can I ask you a question?”
He twists around and looks up at me. “Depends on the question. It’s a definite yes if you want to massage lower.”
My eye roll is intentional.
“Do you always have to ruin a moment with a jerk response—Don’t,” I quickly say when I see his eyes alight with humor, and I realize my verbal faux pas.
“I didn’t know we were having a moment.”
He flips fully over, taking me by surprise, and I collapse backward onto the soft ground with Tristan braced above me. Without thinking, I flatten my palms to his chest. I can feel the solid thump of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. My gaze gravitates to his mouth. He’s not smiling anymore.
“Are you involved in organized crime? Like the son of a don or something?”
He bursts out laughing, and the sight is wondrous.
“Was that the question you wanted to ask?”
I nod, feeling foolish, but it was the only thing I could come up with to explain everything that has happened. I’m trying to make sense of things that are way outside my realm of comprehension. Guns. Violence. His abusive father. Aleksander. Why Tristan thinks my life may be in danger from the latter two.
“No, Red. Just because my family is Italian—”
Shit. Not what I meant.
“I swear that’s not what I was implying. It’s just…”
Flustered, I turn my head and look at the red bell flowers hanging down in clusters on the nearby bush, but he takes my face and forces me to look at him.
“Who are you?” I whisper, afraid to find out the real answer.
I want him to lie to me. Make up a story. Anything to maintain the illusion.
“Who are you, Synthia Carmichael?” he counters.
“I am no one.”
The effect those words have on Tristan is the same as Hendrix when I say it. He takes my throat and leans in. But unlike with Hendrix that night at the top of the stairs, Tristan’s touch is enticingly provocative, not punishing. Seems I like both.
“Don’t ever say that again.”
He moves his hand from my throat to my mouth and pulls at my bottom lip, then shoves his finger inside. Some innate instinct takes over, and I suck, stroking my tongue up his thumb. Black eclipses his irises, hiding the golden brown.
His voice is husky when he warns, “Careful, Red. I won’t ask for your permission. I’ll just take what I fucking want.”
I’m barraged with lurid promises of what it would be like to be taken by a man like him. Hendrix in the pantry had stoked those embers, but Tristan is the gasoline that will ignite those sparks into a wildfire.
And I would burn once again.
Which is why I push him off me and scramble to my feet, then run back inside the house and up the stairs to my room.
I’m good at running away. I’ve been doing it my entire life.
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Jennilynn Wyer is multi-award winning romance author (Rudy Award winner for Romantic Suspense, HOLT Medallion Award winner, three-time Contemporary Romance Writers Stiletto Finalist, three-time HOLT Medallion Award Finalist, and a Carolyn Reader's Choice Award Finalist). She writes steamy, New Adult romances as well as dark reverse harem romances. She also pens YA romance under the pen name JL Wyer. She is a sassy Southern belle who lives a real-life friends-to-lovers trope with her blue-eyed British husband. When not writing, she’s nestled in her favorite reading spot, e-reader in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, enjoying the latest romance novel.
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