She loves to spend time cuddled up on the couch with a good book. Who lives in Oklahoma with her high school sweetheart, who is a wonderful, supportive husband and their two daughters. Shantel is a USA Today & Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author. Ultimately, we’re all just pawns in a game that none of us can win unless you’re willing to pay the ultimate sacrifice … and even that may not be enough. Yet even he couldn’t have seen what our future held. He’ll make me choke on those words I used to bind myself to him. Too bad I underestimated my husband and didn’t realize he was more determined to punish me than I was to succeed at escaping. So when I said my vows before the congregation, I knew I’d break them.

Tyson Riley Crawford only wanted me for his revenge. Instead, my strict parents made sure I lived a dull life in a mansion resembling a prison.īut on my wedding day, I was handed over to another man-an even more ruthless Lord that my family hated. Wealth can’t buy you everything, or I would have had freedom years ago. I was to wed a Lord of my parents’ choosing. But there is always an exception to the rule. Get to choose who he spends the rest of his life with. A Lady’s job is to help him fit into a world unaware of his secret society. You’re now my wife, and I can take whatever I want from you.”Ī Lord is to marry after he graduates from Barrington University, an elite college for the rich. I’ll never drug you, Lake, because I don’t need you compliant. And I want your eyes on mine while I make you cry. I want you to hear yourself gasping for breath when I force you to come. “That would be too easy.” He finally speaks, his knuckles brushing it off my shoulder. The long, wet curls fall down across my bare back and over my shoulder, some falling in front to frame my face. Reaching up, he runs his hand through what’s left of my bun, pulling bobby pins loose and letting them drop to the floor at our feet. Setting both down on the tray, he walks over to me, closing the distance and I stiffen.

He rolls his eyes and throws the one he’s offering me back, proving that it was, in fact, not laced with something.

“Here.” Tyson offers me the second glass of whiskey and I look from it to him, making no attempt to accept it.

Sacrifice by Adriana Locke