Wicked Little Sins by A.R. Breck

Welcome to Castle Pointe, where the dead never sleep.

What does it feel like to kiss death?
Being thrust into a town so sinister, corrupted by such malevolence, was never my intent.
It was foolish to play with the dead, but so was falling for my cruel, wicked stepbrother.
The fact he looked like a God didn’t matter, because I’m almost positive he was my very own devil.
His games were deadly, and he terrorized me at every turn.
Together we were toxic, but nothing could have stopped me from becoming captivated by his darkness.
It may have been thoughtless to mess around with witchcraft, because I didn’t realize death would cling to me at every turn.
I wouldn’t be able to escape it, no matter how desperately I tried.
I should have listened when they told me,
The dead never sleep in Castle Pointe.

Warning: Wicked Little Sins contains information that may be sensitive or triggering to some readers.