When Sunday Fallon is shipped off to Ravenscroft university, she feels the need to exert freedom because all her life she has been caged up.

She does not expect to meet her mate that she rejected seven years ago, or the isolation that she would face.

Carnal obsession

The hum of voices surrounded me as I stood in the ballroom, Kingston’s arm around my waist, his scent tearing down my walls piece by piece. It was nearly impossible to focus on the room and people and everything we were supposed to be doing when the words he’d said still flickered through my mind, one by one, embedding themselves in my heart. I had broken him. He didn’t hate me, he loved me, and I ruined us because I was afraid.


Denying his kiss had been physically painful. Everything in me was desperate to close the distance between our mouths and take what we both wanted. Everything except Moira’s warning. That stupid vision fucking haunted me. Fear of choosing wrong had me terrified of choosing at all. But then, I’d already chosen Noah... hadn’t I?


“Do you want to dance?” Kingston asked, his deep rumble mixed with vulnerability I wasn’t used to cutting through my inner turmoil.


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