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Sully’s Fantasy (Goddess Isles #5.1)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Pepper Winters

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B08B4ZWLJW
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From New York Times Bestseller, Pepper Winters, comes a spin-off novella featuring Sully and Jinx from the USA Today Bestselling Series, Goddess Isles

“There was a wedding and vows and a happily ever after…but there was also lust and fantasy.”

Sullivan Sinclair has high-powered friends as well as his new family. Invited to attend a masquerade at Jethro’s Hawksridge Hall, he agrees.

Eleanor Sinclair has a new husband and untold wealth at her fingertips. While living on an island in the Java Sea, their lives are their own. However, a simple trip to England has both of them missing the tropics of home.

A monster and a goddess who have a special power to escape.

A fantasy that Sully dares to share.

A visit to Euphoria like no other.

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Goddess Isles Series by Pepper Winters

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Pepper Winters

Prologue

EVERYONE HAD A PAST.

Some were secrets we liked to hide, others were triumphs we liked to brag about, and others…others were just journeys—steps we took to find who we were, what we stood for, and what sort of mark we wanted to leave behind. Along the way, there were mistakes and challenges, and sometimes, even catastrophic things like death and betrayal.

A lot of people have said that ‘life is about the journey and not the destination’, and I agreed with that…to a degree.

My life was still on a journey—it would be until I took my last breath—but now, instead of walking my path alone, I’d found the one person who made everything infinitely more bearable.

It wasn’t a monetary achievement or career accolade or any other accomplishment that triggered the end of my journey.

It was her.

A girl I bought and kidnapped.

A goddess who I commanded and manipulated.

A woman who cured me of my sins.

Eleanor Grace, Eleanor Sinclair, was my destination.

With her by my side and her hand in my mine, I didn’t fucking care where the journey took us. We could walk into squalor and famine, and I would smile because she was beside me.

Through thick and thin, Eleanor had my back, my trust, and my entire fucking heart.

And I had her.

Every part of her.

And I didn’t like sharing.

Good thing we were island recluses these days, and when we did have to travel, Euphoria gave us somewhere to be just us.

A dimension where no one else existed.

A fantasy where anything was possible.

Chapter One

TIME WAS RELATIVE.

Make something enjoyable, and time was forgotten. Those tight clusters of minutes vanished because we were present in that singular moment. Entirely consumed by the experience we found enjoyable. However, change enjoyable to painful, and time became far too noticeable. Those tight clusters quadrupled, so a moment lasted four times as long. Human nature caused us to fight against the clock, to be free of that painful situation and run.

I’d experienced both in my life.

When I was younger, there’d been the shortness of school holidays, and the eternity of stressful exams.

And then, of course, there’d been the kidnapping.

The men who’d grabbed me in the kitchen of the backpackers, where my boyfriend and I were staying, had caused time to slow to a terrifying crawl. It abandoned me to the dark cell I was held in and didn’t start ticking again until I was flown to Goddess Isles and met the man who’d purchased me.

But the moment our eyes met?

Time ignited and disintegrated. Every clock smashed. Every minute hand broke into pieces. Why? Because time was no longer needed.

Time was the structure that all humanity and nature marched to, but love…love had the power of cutting you free. It erased all notion of time because it honestly didn’t exist for us anymore.

We’d found each other.

Our countdown was over, and we lived side by side in bliss.

“Jinx…what are you mooning over now?”

Sully’s rough baritone ripped me from my musings, making me blink and squint in the bright Indonesian sun. Raising an arm, well-tanned from living in the tropics and ignoring the constant glitter of sand upon my skin from living on an island, I grinned at my sexy husband. “Not mooning, thinking.”

“Uh-huh.” Sully rolled his stunning blue eyes and scratched at this thick five o’clock shadow. “Well, whatever you were thinking about, snap out of it. I asked you a question, so give me an answer, woman.”

I padded toward him, barefoot with just a wraparound cream dress encasing a silver bikini beneath. This impromptu visit to Serigala had turned from a fleeting inspection into an all-day excursion.

“What was the question?” I stopped beside him, trailing my hand in the manmade pool that housed shallows, caverns, and aquatic dens perfect for the tenants currently healing within.

With my fingers dangling in the warm water, I smiled as a shy shadow moved toward the surface. Sully wrapped his arm around me as the mimic octopus drifted closer, it’s graceful swim and small body melting my heart like it did every time I’d visited.

“And you say I’m the one with power over animals,” Sully murmured as a small octopus reached out with a tentative tentacle and wrapped it around my pinkie. The sensation of its tiny suckers and the silkiness of its sinuous arms never failed to cause wonder.

“He’s just come to trust me, that’s all.”

“Wrong. It’s because he can sense you’re trustworthy.”

“You’re the one who saved him. Saved all of them.”

“We saved them.” He pressed a kiss to my temple as a second octopus floated from its hidey-hole and descended into my palm, wrapping its tiny tentacles around my wrist, and curling out of the water like strange flower fronds.

Both mimics were speckled light brown, muted and content. However, when they hunted or were chased, they could mimic so many things—not just in colour camouflage but movement too.


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