The Colloway Brothers (Book 3)
Release Date: March 28, 2016
Demons. Regrets. Absolution.
Luke has lived on the wrong side of the law since he was seventeen. His hands are stained and his soul is black, but the worst sin he’s committed is falling in love with his brother’s girl. Then he met her. Addy Monroe is pure, innocent and stubborn as an ox. Even though he doesn’t deserve her, Luke will stop at nothing to have her. But just when happiness is within his grasp fate rips her away, reminding him once again that there is no absolution for sinners. Will Luke be able to let color fill his blackened soul?
From the first time Addy saw Luke Colloway over ten years ago she wanted him. Addy has been attracted to rough, crude, inked bad boys with a bike planted securely between their thighs and wicked promises falling from their lips her entire life. Every one of them has let her down. Every one of them has broken her heart. Every one of them has put her second. She’s never going to let that happen again. When Luke promises her a future, will Addy let him in only to have her heart broken again?
Book 3 in a 4 book series. Each book features a different brother and each can be read as a STANDALONE. To get the full Colloway Brother experience, however, it’s most enjoyable to read in order.
• Mature readers only, 18+. Features alpha men with foul language and penchant for hot sex. •
Undeniably Asher (Book 1)
Forsaking Gray (Book 2)
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