Series: The Kingwood Duet #1
Published by Self-Published on 07/05/2017
Welcome to the mysterious world of the rich and the damned in this gritty, modern day fairy tale. Two star-crossed lovers will either find their destiny or meet their fate in a world where demons come in the form of familiar faces and pawns aren’t just players, but deadly.
She was my destiny.
I was her downfall.
We were a match made in hell.
But when we were together, that hell was pure heaven.
The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she would pay the price for my sins. I wasn’t much older than she was, but old enough to know better. Old enough to know she would be good for me and I was bad for her. But I pursued her anyway. Back then I had hope that maybe she could change my future.
Maybe together we could change our fate . . .
As S.L. Scott dips her pen into the romantic suspense genre she does so with a polished elegance that readers have come to expect from her. Savage is a read on the edge of your seat kind of book. The intriguing storyline is full of angst and carries along a feeling of dread as it becomes more twisted as secrets are revealed. You just know that something as epic as the romance between the protagonists Alexander and Sara Jane is coming. And does it ever. I’m left reeling and nervously anticipating the follow up to what I feel is one of the best I’ve read from S.L. Scott.
He moves with assurance, every step taken with purpose. When I met him, he oozed confidence, but I discovered that he didn’t know who he was. It was as if his mother’s death had caused him to lose track of himself. He made me feel safe and secure, taken care of, and loved. He was never unsteady around me. But I would catch him lost in his own thoughts when he assumed I was studying. I remember a night when music played softly in the background, a fire flamed in the fireplace, my books were scattered on the coffee table, and his room was dim with the heaviness of his mood, he stood in the open doorway that led to the balcony. The anguish seemed to cover him like a cloak, his shoulders sagging and his head seeming too cumbersome to hold up. Alexander leaned against the railing and closed his eyes . . .
“Kingwood Enterprises is the only thing left of my mother.”
“You’re left of her.”
“No.” He laughed, looking up at the night sky. “I’m all bad, just like my dad.” Glancing over his shoulder back at me, he sighed. “When are you going to see the real me, Sara Jane?”
“I see the real you every time I see you. This is who you are. I don’t know why you think you’re so bad when all I see is the good.”
With a smile on his face, he turns around, and crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re the smartest decision I ever made. You know that?”
“Yes,” I say, feeling sassy. “Now come and kiss me.”
“You’re so demanding when you get compliments.”
“You like it.”
Hopping over the arm of the couch, he lands with a thud next to me sending my textbooks to the floor. “I do like it. A lot.”
That was a good kiss. A kiss that went from chaste to more in seconds. I still remember it so clearly.
Alexander may not have known who he was at the time, but he knew who he was going to be. I often wonder if it was a self-fulfilling prophecy or falling into a trap set long before he was born. There are a lot of ghosts haunting this manor and I don’t intend to let him be the next.
Tonight, his secrets are protected by a solid wave of muscle that rolls over broad shoulders, crashing down strong arms. I turn over to get a better look at him before he disappears outside. He’s been working out a lot more lately. He says it’s to get rid of pent-up energy. I think it might be preparing for battle.