Love may not have any boundaries, but there is always a price.
We Lay in Sin, an all-new forced proximity, dark secret society romance and the third and final book in the The Misfits Series from bestselling author M.T. Morgan is now available!
Amiyah Keller has always been a good girl. Abiding by the rules without question.
As college comes to an end and she’s thrust into the real world,
she finds her freedom ripped from her grasp.
Thrown back into the happy little family she doesn’t belong to,
she’s forced to face the hard truth.
Madden Donavan.
The golden boy.
Her number one enemy.
The stepbrother she can’t seem to shake.
Lust burns deep. Hate even deeper.
Until the lines are blurred between right and wrong.
Forced in opposite directions, someone is out to get her and the looming reality of the society she is a part of.
They cling to hope, but hope is fickle.
With her heart broken and nowhere to run,
Amiyah finds herself questioning everything.
Is love worth the pain?
Is it enough?
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Whatever fantasies I had for Madden and I, they died.
I pull into the long driveway. You can see the vast spread of the sea behind the large beach house. The outside is set up just like any beach home you’d rent for a summer vacation. It’s made out of dark blue wood paneling trimmed in white, with a large wraparound porch. The back holds a stone infinity pool that overlooks the ocean. It’s huge. With ten bedrooms, a movie theater room, and a gym. It’s my safe place. The one place that feels like home.
I punch in the code, the door swinging open to showcase the nautical décor. My mother designed this home, and my father never changed it. Not that Debra ever asked him to. It smells of sea salt and rain. The living room opens up into a large industrial kitchen. Seashells and hourglasses, a large ship wheel, and red-and-blue striped décor. I take a deep breath and sigh.
I’m finally home.
I rush up the light-washed wooden stairs, coming to a halt outside my bedroom. The bed is made, the floor spotless from the cleaning crew that comes in before we arrive. I stare at my dream catcher, my heart a little heavy as I think of Aunt Liza, but I don’t let it get me down. I take in the rich colors of gold and turquoise. The silk bedding and the Hollywood lights and all the velvet. My style is different, but this room screams me in a way no other room I've ever had. I look out my window, taking in the privately owned beach. We have neighbors, but their properties are so far away, we can barely make out their homes. But the sea and sun, the salty air, it calls to me. Flinging my bag open, I grab my bright yellow bikini. Since Dad is not here, I can wear it. The bottom is actually a thong, and the top is two small triangles. I slip it on, loving how it molds with my curves, brightens my tanned skin, and makes my onyx hair appear more vibrant. I spin, turning around to walk out my door, when I hit a strong muscular body. Looking up, I see Madden's gaze sweeping over me, his throat bobbing as his eyes come back to mine. Whiskey, like our kiss.
“Hey,” he says.
“Bye.” I go to move past him, but he traps me against the doorframe, his body pressed into mine.
“Listen, Kitten.”
“Don’t,” I snap. “Don’t call me that. I’ve been back in your life for two years; you don’t look at me and only speak when it’s to spit out demands. Us being here,” I push on his chest to no avail, “doesn’t change anything. Keep pretending as if I do not exist.” There, I said it. I finally got some of that off my chest.
Madden looks between my eyes, that invisible pull tugging. “No,” he whispers, eyes darkening, highlighting the sinister depths he rarely shows. “No, I don’t think I will.
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