A WICKED SONG is LIVE

The next book in Kace and Aria's story, A WICKED SONG, is finally HERE!! And to sweeten the pot, there's only one month until the finale of the Brilliance Trilogy, A SINFUL ENCORE, so you can get started on your BINGE READ!

ABOUT A WICKED SONG

Kace August: famous, intense, addictive. Aria Alard: a woman with secrets, and a dangerous past. He seduced her, and she fell hard. She trusted him. But he broke that trust. Can he win her back

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READ AN EXCERPT

“I want you,” he says. “Just you.”

“How do I know that?”

A low, frustrated sound escapes his lips and he drops the medication bag, and spikes fingers into my hair, a low curse escaping his lips. His eyes meet mine, and the depth of the emotion he then spikes in me steals my breath. Before I can catch it again, he’s breathing for me. His mouth slants over my mouth, his tongue licking a wicked, seductive note against my tongue. And despite my injured hand and my burdened heart, I melt the way I always melt for this man. I melt and I moan, and when he tears his mouth from mine, I am panting.

“That is how you know,” he declares. “We are connected, you and me. We both feel it.”

“All that says is that I want you and that I have the potential to be foolish because of that desire, but I won’t live up to that potential, Kace.”

“How do I know you aren’t after my money?”

I blanch. “Because I’m not. You know I’m not.”

“Can you prove it?”

“You know I’m not,” I repeat.

His hands come down on my shoulders and he pulls back to look at me as he says, “I do know you, but that still requires me trusting you and I’ve had plenty of reasons in my life not to offer you that trust. Reasons you don’t know. Many reasons, Aria. Many betrayals. But I give you my trust anyway. I’m not after the formula, but all I have to offer is my word. You have to decide if you trust me.”

My hand settles on his chest, and his heart beats a rowdy song beneath my palm. “I’m very confused right now,” I confess, and it’s as honest as I have ever been with him or me. “And my head is spinning.”

His hand covers my hand on his chest. “Then let me take care of you. Let me take you home.”

There is a library filled with books the size of all the reasons I should say no, but even as I have that thought, he says, “Don’t say no.”

​Words he’s said to me every moment of indecision I’ve ever shared with him. And right or wrong, like every time before, I don’t say no. I say, “Yes.”