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  Reveling in Sin

  Meghan March

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  Reveling in Sin

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  1. Whitney

  2. Whitney

  3. Lincoln

  4. Whitney

  5. Lincoln

  6. Whitney

  7. Lincoln

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  51. Whitney

  52. Lincoln

  53. Whitney

  54. Lincoln

  55. Whitney

  Epilogue

  Deal with the Devil Sneak Peek

  Acknowledgments

  Also by Meghan March

  About the Author

  Reveling in Sin

  Book Three of the Sin Trilogy

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  Coming January 2019:

  Deal with the Devil

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  Sin Trilogy:

  Richer Than Sin

  Guilty as Sin

  Reveling in Sin

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  About This Book

  Whitney Gable is the kind of woman you fight to the death to protect.

  To keep.

  To cherish.

  I’ve finally learned my lesson, and it’s time to prove I’m the man who’s worthy of her.

  I don’t care what it takes, because failure is not an option.

  No matter who or what stands in our way—this time, she’ll be mine forever.

  Reveling in Sin is the third and final book in the Sin Trilogy.

  In addition to Reveling in Sin, the jaw-dropping conclusion of the Sin Trilogy, I’ve also included a special extended sneak peek of my next book, Deal with the Devil. You do not want to miss the deliciously ruthless hero who has taken over my life! Deal with the Devil is Jericho Forge’s story, and it releases January 15, 2019. Preorder today by tapping HERE!

  1

  Whitney

  Ten years ago

  My palms turned clammy as I stood in the back room of the small church. I didn’t remember the ride here or even changing from my street clothes into this dress.

  Actually, I didn’t really remember picking out the dress either. Everything that had happened in the weeks since my parents’ accident had been a blur.

  When I lifted my gaze to the mirror in front of me, I barely recognized the girl staring back at me. My reflection was pale, with dark circles under my eyes. Even the makeup I’d caked on this morning couldn’t hide how I felt. My face looked thin; my stomach had been twisted into so many knots lately that I’d had trouble forcing myself to eat.

  I’d asked for a moment of privacy before it was time to walk down the aisle to the man I didn’t want to marry, and thankfully Jackie, Cricket, and Karma all left me alone. Now I stood in silence, dressed in white, wondering how the hell I’d let things get so messed up.

  One word formed in my brain and grew louder and louder with each passing second.

  Run!

  My gaze swung to the small frosted windowpane above the pastor’s desk. It was the only way out of the room other than the door leading into the church—where there was no chance I could escape unnoticed. If I ditched the dress, I might fit through the window . . .

  My feet moved of their own volition, taking me nearer to the frosted glass and possible freedom.

  And then what would I do? Run to Lincoln? Tell him he was going to lose everything he’d been groomed to inherit for his entire life
because I couldn’t go through with marrying a man I didn’t love?

  The door opened with a soft click before I could make a decision.

  I spun around to see Ricky’s mom—the woman completely responsible for me standing here today. She couldn’t have maneuvered me more effectively if she’d had a gun to my head.

  Her gaze shifted from me to the window and back to me again. The cruel curve of her smile yanked the knots in my stomach even tighter.

  “The window? Really? So dramatic. I know what you’re thinking, Whitney. All you have to do is run to him and the prince will save you.” Her flinty green gaze hardened. “That’s not how this works. When he finds out that you could’ve saved his perfect little life and his inheritance, but you didn’t, he’s going to think you’re a selfish whore. He’ll hate you for the rest of his life. Is that what you want?”

  “He couldn’t possibly hate me as much as I hate you,” I whispered.

  “I don’t like you either, but as long as my son says you’re his one-way ticket to rock-stardom, I’ll suck it up.” She flicked her gaze toward the window again with a shake of her head. “That Riscoff boy doesn’t love you. You’re just the first cheap and easy lay he found when he got back to town. He was going to throw you away as soon as he got tired of you. And now, he’ll move on as soon as you’re gone.”

  Her words sent a razor-sharp swipe across my heart. “You don’t know that.”

  “I know that there’s only one thing that matters to the Riscoffs—winning.” She stepped closer, crumpling the white skirt of my dress as she invaded my personal space. “If he shows up here today, you’d better make it a good show. Make him believe that you’re done with him. Because if you don’t, I’ll destroy him and his family. Just watch and see.”

  The gleefully evil smile that settled on Renee’s face reinforced the point she’d already driven home—she was crazy enough to do what she threatened. If I hadn’t believed that from the beginning, I would have gone to Lincoln.

  But now, there was only one option left for me. Obey and pray.

  “I’m here, aren’t I? I’m doing what you want.”

  “Good. I’m glad you get it.” Renee tilted her head, and her perfectly coifed mother-of-the-groom hair didn’t move an inch. She was a pretty woman. Still relatively young-looking for having a twenty-seven-year-old son, but there was something hard and brittle about the set of her mouth and the sharpness of her eyes.

  Brittleness that no doubt came from being used up by Roosevelt Riscoff.

  “He’ll hide you away just like his father hid me until he pays you off to stay quiet about it ever happening.”

  Renee’s bitter words from the morning she confessed her dirty secrets ran through my head, as did Lincoln’s from the last night I saw him.

  “I want to take care of you, Whitney. Let me.”

  As much as I wished I could stand here and tell Renee Rango to go to hell, because Lincoln would never treat me the same way his father treated her, I couldn’t deny that I’d already walked away from him for making the very same suggestion. He’d find me a house. Pay my bills. Give me spending money. Leave me bitter and jaded when he got tired of me.

  No matter what I did, it was a risk. The only thing I knew for certain? If I walked out of this church without marrying Ricky, Renee Rango would destroy everything Lincoln had ever cared about.

  I couldn’t let that happen.

  I would stand by the decision I made—I’d save Lincoln’s future by marrying Ricky.

  That didn’t mean I had to like it.

  I lifted my chin and met Renee’s stare. “Get out of my sight. I don’t want to see you again until this is over.”

  Her lips quirked up and her smile turned even more vicious. “I don’t give a damn what you want. You’ll do what I say or face the consequences.” She moved toward the door. “I’ll leave you to get yourself ready for your . . . performance.”

  As soon as Renee stepped out of the room, Jackie slipped in.

  “Are you okay, Whit? You look even paler than you did before.”

  I wanted to tell Aunt Jackie everything, but I bit my tongue until the sting brought tears to my eyes.

  “Can I have a tissue?”

  Aunt Jackie frowned and reached for the box on top of the piano next to the pastor’s desk. “Of course. What’s wrong? Are you having second thoughts?”

  Second thoughts? I wanted to say. More like fifth, sixth, and seventh thoughts. But I didn’t. I just shook my head as I dabbed carefully at my eyes.

  “You know you’re making the right choice, don’t you, sweet girl? I know you thought you had something with that Riscoff boy, but it wasn’t going to end with a white dress in a church and vows in front of your entire family.”

  I lifted my gaze to hers. “Why would you say that? How can you possibly know?”

  “Gables and Riscoffs never end well together.” She paused, and I wondered if she was thinking about my mom, because she’d been on my mind nonstop today.

  What advice would my mother have given me? I would never know . . . because she died with a Riscoff. My stomach flipped again, and this time bile burned as it climbed up my throat. Aunt Jackie didn’t seem to notice, though, and she kept speaking.

  “Feuds don’t last a hundred seventy years without there being plenty of hostility on both sides. It would take a hell of a lot more than some Romeo-and-Juliet kind of love story to end this one. I know you want to be the exception to the rule, Whitney. I understand. I get it. But you can’t be that naive. He’s too young and reckless to pin your hopes on. You just happened to be the first girl in Gable he picked. That doesn’t mean you’d be the last. As a matter of fact, I’d be willing to put money on it.”

  “But—” I tried to interrupt and tell her she didn’t know Lincoln like I did.

  “No buts, girl. You’re smarter than that. At best, he’ll pay all your bills so you’re around whenever he needs you to get off. But you’re not a whore, Whitney. You’re better than that. Why would you let a man buy you when you have a good one waiting outside that door who wants to marry you and treat you like a queen?”

  I hated the comparison she threw down, because it played into all the insecurities Lincoln and Renee had dredged up. But still . . . that didn’t change the facts.

  “I don’t love Ricky.” I lifted my gaze to Jackie’s and expected to find her face stricken, but I was wrong. There wasn’t a single trace of shock in her expression.

  “You only think that matters because you’re still too innocent to know any different. You don’t have to love him to use him as your ticket out of this town. He’s already got a song on the radio, and we both know why that is. Use your brain, Whitney. You get him more songs on the radio, get that money rolling in, learn to play the game, and you’re going to be taken care of forever. This is the best life I could hope for you to have. Don’t screw it up over something as stupid as love.”

  My last hope of avoiding my fate evaporated like drops of rain on desert sand. There wasn’t a single person in this church who would understand me if I ran out the front door instead of rushing down the aisle to say my vows to a rising rock star.

  But even if I did, it wouldn’t change anything. I had to marry Ricky to save Lincoln.

  My only choice was clear.

  “Now, you about ready to get this done with?”

  I’ll never be ready, I thought, but it doesn’t matter.

  I met Aunt Jackie’s gaze and lied. “I’m ready.”

  My aunt pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Good girl. Your mama would be proud. I’ll go get your brother, and we can get this over with before anything goes wrong.”

  2

  Whitney

  With every step down the aisle of the church, I dreamed of someone rushing in to save me. Not just someone. One very specific person. But when Asa kissed my forehead and handed me over to Ricky, my stomach knotted once more.

  No one was coming to save me, because I was doing the saving.
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  Ricky said his vows and the preacher moved on to me. I must have said the right things, because he nodded approvingly.

  That’s when it happened.

  The doors to the church flung open and everyone inside spun around, me included.

  Oh, Lord in heaven.