Made to Sin by Lora Leigh

Author:Lora Leigh [Leigh, Lora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Publishing Group
Published: 2014-06-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter One

Two years later

Sleep wasn’t happening.

Too many memories haunted her, the knowledge of too much blood and betrayal echoing through her soul.

Amelia had known her father was cruel. She’d known he was a bastard. He’d proved it over the years in so many ways.

In ways that would scar her soul forever. Yet there were days, and nights such as now, that she thanked God he’d never treated her as though he loved her, that he’d never fooled her into trusting him.

If she had trusted him—

A swift, hard strike of terror had her breath hitching at the implications of such a mistake. At what she could have lost, when she had already lost so much.

When she had lost—

“What happened to your room, Amelia? It used to have life in it.”

Amelia swung around, her heart in her throat, her breath suddenly trapped there, threatening to strangle her as she stared back at the man, standing so strong and sure as he slipped past the balcony door.

Amelia had known Crowe would show up. She’d known after she’d been dumped on his porch by Amory Wyatt two weeks before, naked, helpless—oh God.

She turned away from him, staring around the room, wondering what he saw to make him say such a thing. Trying to focus on anything, everything but the memory of him finding her like that.

God, he had changed. In the seven years since the last evening they’d spent in the county attorney’s office, he’d hardened. He was stronger, broader. He was colder.

But then, so was she, she thought. The difference was that she knew the chances of ever finding the warmth she had once known with this man were nil to never.

Amber-flecked brown eyes, emotionless, stared back at her from a face with a harsh, savage male beauty that still had the power to steal her breath.

He owned her heart. He owned the young girl she had once been and fought to forget until the second she’d whirled around to see him standing inside her room. The epitome of every dream she’d ever had—of every nightmare she never wanted to remember—staring around the room that once held so much more than it did now.

The full-size bed was neatly made. It hadn’t really been slept in for years.

She always dreamed of Crowe when she slept in it.

Once, there had been lace on what were now plain sheets. Decorative pillows and the big stuffed mouse he’d given her weeks before he’d disappeared forever.

The small chaise in the corner of the room held the single blanket and small pillow she used when she did sleep. On the table beside it sat a glass of water, half empty, her phone, and books.

That chaise once held lace scarves, magazines, a pile of books. The table had held pictures of herself with the few friends she’d believed she’d never lose.

There were no pictures now, not of herself or of any friends she might have once had. She had learned to never reveal a weakness. A picture was the same as an arrow pointing to a weak spot, someone or something she may love.

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