Böcker utgivna av Sierra Simone

Twelve years ago, our fates were sealed with a kiss.We are all, for better or worse, doomed to love each other until death do us part. My heart belongs to Proserpina and St. Sebastian-even if he no longer wants it.  Even if she has left it behind to follow him.  Delphine''s fled back home, and Becket''s holy calling is in peril.  And now only Rebecca and I remain at Thornchapel to face the unknown. The door is open. The door that shouldn''t exist; the door that people have died to close. I don''t feel like the lord of the manor.  I don''t feel like a king or a wild god. I am a friend and a boyfriend and a brother-and a failure at being all of these things. But the door doesn''t care about my guilt. It only cares about the sacrifice I''ll make to close it. As the bruising dark of Samhain approaches, so does the fate of our circle, of Thornchapel and the village and the valley beyond it. And I must don the crown, because one thing is still true, even if I must face it alone. Here at Thornchapel, the kings must go to the door. Here at Thornchapel, all kings must die.

The second book in the spellbinding Thornchapel Quartet . . .I'm an outcast and a loner, named for death itself. Fate wasn't supposed to have plans for me.But then she came back-the girl I once kissed in a thorn-covered chapel in the woods. She came back, and I could no more resist her than I could pry out my own heart. And by some trick of fate, she wants me as much as I want her. The only problem? She also wants the man who owns Thornchapel, Auden Guest.And so do I.Eight years ago, I did something to Auden, something terrible. He hurt me back the only way he knew how, and so here we are: our hatred seasoned with pain and my loneliness seasoned with longing. The only thing we can agree on is Proserpina Markham, and she wants us to find a way to be together-all three of us. If Auden wants to earn her as his submissive, then he has to earn me as well.But with the discovery of bones behind the altar and the carnal revel of Beltane fast approaching, it's becoming clear that Thornchapel's secrets are much deeper and older than any of us could have ever guessed. And no matter how bright and merry a feast of sparks may be, it's always followed by ashes. And darkness.