Guilty until proven innocent.
That’s the way the world works, right?
I’m tired of being convicted without evidence, all because my last name is Gable.
The Riscoffs might own this town, but I’m done following their rules.
If only I could forget just how easily Lincoln Riscoff can drag me under his spell.
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Review-
Damn...these endings are killing me!!
Guilty as Sin is as deliciously sinful as it sounds. With the way the first book, Richer Than Sin, ended, it was a matter of life and death wondering how I could go on without having the second book right that instant.
I got it. I devoured it. And now I’m reeling because all the juicy drama that occurs. Lincoln and Whitney are utter perfection. I like the fact that they have a bond that's undeniable. No matter how much time they spent apart or the fact that their families are literally enemies, they care so much for each other and no one can change that. No matter how hard they try.
Whitney is a strong female lead. She doesn’t take any sort of crap from Lincoln. The past/present storytelling was one of my favorite parts of the book. Like the first book, it helped me better understand and care more for the characters. I adore Lincoln and Whitney and I say this in the nicest
possible way...I NEED THE NEXT BOOK, dammit!
If you haven’t started these books yet, DO IT! Now.
*Thank you to Inkslinger PR for providing a copy for an honest and unbiased review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
From New York Times bestselling author Meghan March comes a brand new saga of forbidden love and second chances.
A Riscoff and a Gable can never live happily ever after. Our family feud is the stuff of legends.
Ten years ago, Whitney Gable caught me off guard with her long legs and grab-you-by-the-balls blue eyes.
I didn’t know or care what her name was.
Like any Riscoff worth the family name, I went after what I wanted. We burned like a flash fire until she married another man.
She hates me, and she should.
I objected on her wedding day.
Now she’s home, with those same long legs and man-eater stare, but there’s no ring on her finger.
They say a Riscoff and a Gable can never live happily ever after . . . but I’m not done with Whitney Gable.
I’ll never be done with her.
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