She's not safe -- especially not from me.
Tempest, an all-new compelling dark enemies-to-lovers standalone romance from bestselling author Ketley Allison, is available now!
I shouldn't want her. I shouldn't crave her.
She's not safe -- especially not from me.
I know the trouble that comes with people running from the shadows. I know the danger of getting involved with those who deal in secrets. I make those problems go away.
Hitman. Fixer. Whatever.
The biggest mistake I made was choosing to keep my little sister and her best friend, Ardyn Kaine, safe after their friend was murdered.
Ardyn is quiet, soft, and fragile. She spends her evenings studying in her dorm's common room at the historic Titan Falls University -- near where they once burned witches. They say the walls of TFU can talk, but I don't believe in things I can't see.
All the blood is on my hands, but Ardyn is the only thing that keeps me up at night.
She might hate me.
But I hate her more for the lies I have to tell.
One thing I know for certain -- Ardyn isn't safe from me.
I'm her nightmare.
Tempest is part of the Briarcliff and Winthorpe dark academia bully worlds, but it is not necessary to read any previous books. Tempest can be read as a complete standalone!
Excerpt
Ardyn
I’m used to operating in Mila’s shadow. Come to think of it, Clover’s, too. But there’s something about this guy that makes his dismissal hard to swallow. Probably because I don’t even get that much from him. I’m less than a ghost, not even requiring the close inspection of a mite on his bedspread. Since I was nine, I’ve been trained to be invisible. I was able to accept it until I met him. A gorgeous, witty, charismatic boy who made friends with everybody and had every single girl he came across becoming stupid for him. Including me. I was obsessed with watching him, amazed at his easy confidence and a little light-headed every time he unleashed a smile. Never at me, since I was usually hiding somewhere in the shadows stalking him, but always nearby.
And I hate myself for it.
A black car rolls up to the curb, anything but covert. Due to Barry’s love of cars, I’m able to immediately tag this one as a Lyken Hypersport. Rare, only 7 in the world, and of course this dude owns one of them.
The tinted passenger window rolls down, taking my bedraggled reflection with it.
In its place is a silhouette who melts out of the luxury interior’s shadows, his angles cutting through the dark as seamlessly as sharpened weapons.
I gulp.
Yes, for nine years I was able to accept being invisible.
Until I met Tempest Callahan.
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