![]() Killoran, the owner of the Devil’s Den-their rival club-was to blame. He’d beaten, killed, raped, and pillaged, and yet It hadn’t mattered that a place beside Satan in the flames of hell was too goodįor that ruthless whoreson. and who’d taken on the cause of revengeĪfter Adair, Ryker, Calum, and Niall’s sister, Helena, had ended the bastard. On still in their minds and also in the actions of the men and women who’d justĪs it always did with mention of their former gang leader. Timbre to his voice that hadn’t been there since he was a boy, watching his birthįamily and their bakery burn down in a similar conflagration. Mac Diggory, and now you’d have us simply walk away?” There was a frantic Us through freezing winters, vicious knife fights, and ruthless beat- ings by That had sustained them when they’d not allowed themselves that whimsy. “This place is our very existence.” This was the dream Before any of his siblings could speak, the words raspedįrom Adair’s throat. this,” RykerĪdair lifted frantic eyes up to the cracked and Jerked his chin at Ryker-“wants to leave.” While their dreams burned down How is he so damned calm? “This one”-Adair Nature, even when presented with fire-abandoned the staff he’d been speaking to Their other brother of the street, Calum-calm by Resolutely planted himself on the pavement. “Enough,” he barked, quickly putting himself between Lady Diana, a duke’s daughter, hadn’t managed to erase that indelible part of Up fights in the now burning club, Niall sprinted over. Like the head guard he’d been, rushing to break “Oi’m not leaving,” Adair snapped, wrenchingĪway. He’d harnessed his blinding rageĪnd hatred of the world around them and dictated the terms of survival against Of course, that was why Ryker had always been the leader of their gang in His voice droned on and on in Adair’s clogged We have to find a place for our displaced workers and Proprietor had a haunted glitter in his eyes. His cheeks ashen, the street-hardened head He dimly registered his brother of the street Longing to toss his head back and rail at the world for all that had been lost Soot-stained fingers into tight fists-there was still an ungrateful fury. Not a soul had perished in that fiery blaze, and yet-Adair curled his Those casual utterances from two members of theįire brigade who’d wrestled the blaze under control brought Adair back from the The hell of all they’d lost this night, some of the tension eased in Adair’s It blurred and blended with the quiet weeping at his back. All but the private offices and suites kept by the men and women whoĪgony wadded in his throat, choking at him, untilĪ primitive, desperate moan better suited for a wounded animal filtered past Gargoyles, still fiercely proud and intact, at the scorched stone steps of the Women who called this place home hovered on the cobblestones, silent but for a Servants, guards, serving girls, and the men and Tamed by the fire brigade the hiss of those fresh embers still crackled in anĮerie stillness of St. The conflagration had only just recently been That consumed his father’s bakery, his parents, and his sister, Adair now stoodĪt the burned ashes of his own establishment. Orphaned more than two decades earlier by a blaze It could unravel the families’ tenuous truce and shatter the unpredictably sinful romance mounting between the hellion…and a scoundrel who could pass for the devil himself.Īdair Thorne was destined to be destroyed by There’s only one thing that threatens the rules of the game: Cleopatra’s secret. But she will not allow her head to be turned by the infuriating and darkly handsome Adair Thorne. That said, she’ll do whatever it takes to protect her siblings―even if that means being sponsored by their rivals for a season in order to land a noble husband. If she were anyone else but the enemy, she’d ignite a desire in him that would be impossible to control. His fury and passion burn even hotter when he meets Cleopatra Killoran, a tart-mouthed vixen who mocks him at every turn. USA Today bestselling author Christi Caldwell’s Wicked Wallflowers series burns hot as two rivals meet in the flesh and feel the heat…Īdair Thorne has just watched his gaming-hell dream disappear into a blaze of fire and ash, and he’s certain that his competitors, the Killorans, are behind it.
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