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Feel no pain. Grant no mercy. Take no prisoners. For Evie, starting courses at Grace University was supposed to be a new beginning. Moving out of her oppressive family home is the first time she’s been able to picture a life for herself. With tuition paid, and her roommate-turned-best friend secured, there’s nothing to stand in her way. Except for the Seven. My brothers and I are the personification of The Seven Deadly Sins. We rule through fear and brutal, effective ruthlessness. I’ve never regretted my life of vengeance—of murder and mayhem as I search for my sister—until she arrived.

Elara’s instincts have kept her alive despite the growing viciousness of the fae realm. Since the enchanted storm decimated her family seven years ago and forced her to care for her younger siblings, Elara craves an escape from the ghosts of her past. When the charming general of the last human stronghold offers her the chance to act as a spy, Elara discovers a trail of embers and ash, along with her own awakening darkness.

Morpheus couldn’t be trusted. He was the son of Hypnos, the god responsible for aiding Demeter, killing witches, and stealing my little sister. Morpheus had the rest of them fooled with his smug grin, sharp cheekbones, and golden eyes glinting with sex and privilege, but I saw through his cocky smirk. Hades thought Morpheus would keep me in line, prevent me from making thing worse for The Underworld in this war, but neither of them realized just how far I was wiling to go to save my sister.

I’d been stalking her for years. My little witch was always just out of reach. But tonight, I’d gotten her scent. She could run as fast and as far as she liked. It made no difference. I would find her. And when I did, I’d drag my little witch to The Underworld to be my bride. My queen. My goddess forever. I was powerless against his shadows, unable to do anything as the demon split the earth and The Realm of the Living fell away. He expected me to be terrified, but my life had already ended before he captured me.

History may be written by the victors, but it is not always written in stone. It comes down to a bit of luck. What if the histories of Billy the Kid, Vlad Dracula, and Jack the Ripper had a new twist, an alternate history? What if the fictional world of The Great Gadsby had a hidden tale?