Book Blurb:
I took her innocence and she stole my heart.
Each night and every kiss brought us closer.
Ivy was gorgeous, brilliant, and…forbidden.
Me? I was the black sheep of my illustrious family.
We weren’t supposed to be together.
I had blood on my hands.
But Ivy was the one who paid the price for my sins.
I thought I’d lost her forever.
Until…I saw her beautiful face nine years later.
Now she has a new name, a new identity, and doesn’t remember me.
But she still holds my heart in her hands.
I know she is my Ivy.
People say that I’m obsessed…that I’m crazy.
They aren’t wrong.
My billions are worthless without her in my arms.
I’ll embrace the madness to make her mine again.
And I won’t stop at anything until I do.
Release Date: May 31, 2019
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The first book in the Sins trilogy is stunning. I was instantly invested in this family and fell for Tony immediately. I felt all his emotions and just wanted to protect him.
These characters are disturbed and tortured by a tragedy that they cannot put behind them and each family member is handling it very differently. Their grief has been put on hold since Tony left. His re-emergence into their lives and his love affair with Ivy starts a chain of events, no one could have imagined.
As I was reading, so many different scenarios came to mind as to how this story could go, but the slow reveal of the behind the scene mechanisms that were involved in manipulating these characters was mind boggling. At first I thought of Ivy and Tony as a modern day Romeo and Juliet. The author even had her character equate herself with those characters. But this love/tragedy story is so much more than just unrequited love.
Nadia Lee broke my heart with Sins and hopefully she can put it back together in the subsequent books Secrets and Mercy.
Favorite Scene: Chapter 20
After several moments of silence, she takes in a shuddering breath, tears welling in her eyes. “You don’t even know what love is if this is how you treat me. I love you, care about you and want you to be happy, but you only feel the same in return as long as you’re comfortable.
“You’re being dramatic,” I say, hating the pain I’m causing her.
“What I’m being is honest. Because unlike you, I know what I want, I know what I feel, and I’m brave enough to admit it out loud.” Looking away, she starts blinking rapidly. Then finally, she adds, “You’re a fucking coward.”
~Sins / Nadia Lee
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