Anne Eliot

The Sinclair Heir Anne Eliot

Everyone knows when a Sinclair boy loves a Wallace girl people die. The first time JoJo Wallace smiled, she had my heart. When we kissed, she owned my soul. And when she gave me her everything, I took it...consuming her when I had no right. At first, we were just kids falling in love. We didn't know about the generations-old feud between the Wallaces and the Sinclairs. I also couldn't imagine Jojo's destruction had been planned by my father when we were babies. To Father, the feud came first. I was simply bred to participate. My love for Jojo became his weapon, and to keep Jojo alive, I became the perfect son. I never thought Jojo would come back after Father's death. Never thought she'd smile at me or kiss me again--or that I'd let her. She's the last woman I should ever touch. Only Jojo's relentless. She's no longer a child that can be frightened away. She's made me dream again...made me feel. But before this goes too far, I need to get her away from this town and the rest of the Sinclairs who would see her dead. Why? Because she's a Wallace and I'm a Sinclair. She's someone I'd kill for, and I'll hurt her again. It's what I do. But Jojo Wallace, she's impossible for me to resist.