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"I'm in love with her,
but it might not be enough to stop her from becoming the latest victim of the
Debt Inheritance. I know who I am now. I know what I must do. We will be
together--I just hope it's on Earth rather than in heaven."
It all
comes down to this.
Love
versus life.
Debts
versus death.
Who will
win?
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Excerpt:
Final Debt
“READY TO DIE, Nila?”
Cut’s voice physically hurt me as he forced me to my knees.
The ballroom splendour mocked me as I bowed unwillingly at the feet of my
executioner.
Velvet and hand-stitched crewel on the walls glittered like
the diamonds the Hawks smuggled—a direct contrast to the roughly sawn wood and
crude craftsmanship of the guillotine dais. No finesse. No pride. Just a raised
podium, framework cushioning a large tarnished blade, and a rope dangling to
the side.
“Don’t do this. Cut…think about what you’ve become. You can
stop this.” My voice mimicked a beg but I’d vowed not to beg. I’d seen things,
understood things, and suffered things I never thought I would be able to
endure. I refused to cry or grovel. I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
“In five minutes, this will all be over, Weaver.” Cut bent
to the side and collected a wicker basket.
The wicker basket.
I didn’t want to think about what its contents would be.
He placed it on the other side of the wooden block.
My lungs demanded more oxygen. My brain demanded more time.
And my heart…it demanded more hope, more life, more love.
I’m not ready.
Not like this.
“Cut—”
“No. No more talking. Not after everything you’ve done.”
Ripping a black hood from his pocket, he didn’t hesitate. No fanfare. No second
guesses.
I cried out as the scratchy blackness engulfed my face,
tightening by a cord around my throat.
The Weaver Wailer chilled me. The diamond collar that’d seen
what I’d seen and whispered with phantoms of my slain family prepared to revoke
its claim and detach from around my neck.
This was it.
The Final Debt.
Cut pushed my shoulders forward.
A heavy yoke settled over the top of my spine.
I closed my eyes.
I said goodbye.
…
I waited to die.
One Week Earlier
“NO!”
I pushed back, gripping the handrails of the private jet,
throwing my weight against Daniel’s incessant pushing. “Stop!”
“Get up the fucking stairs, Weaver.” Daniel jabbed his elbow
into my spine.
I stumbled, bashing my knee against the high tread. “You can’t
do this!” How had this happened? How had mere hours turned the entire universe
against me? Again.
I wanted to smash every clock. Tear out the cog from every
watch.
Time had once again stolen my life.
Jethro!
Daniel cackled. “I think you’ll find we can.” He shoved me
higher.
My heart hurt—as if every mile between us and Hawksridge was
a blade slicing me further from Jethro’s protection—a disharmony in an already
discorded symphony.
One moment, I’d been love-bruised and adored, tiptoeing back
into the Hall; the next, I was trapped, forced to dress in jeans and a hoodie,
and obey Daniel as he lurked in my doorway, barking orders to pack a few meagre
belongings.
He hadn’t left me alone.
His eyes followed my every move. I couldn’t grab the gun I’d
hidden thanks to Jasmine. I couldn’t text Jethro to tell him I’d been caught.
All I could do was run around my room with my lover’s release still damp on my
inner thighs and submit to my nemesis.
The only saving grace was beneath Daniel’s hateful stare,
I’d managed to pack the clothing I’d altered a few weeks ago. The cuffs full of
needles and hems armoured with tools of my seamstress trade. Those garments
were my only hope. There was no loophole. No way to refuse.
I had to trust Jasmine would get word to Jethro. That he
would come for me…
Before it’s too late.
The desolation I’d suffered when Daniel first caught me
faded to indignant anger. I’d been so close to being free. I’d been in Jethro’s
arms. I’d been away from his psychotic family. My heart hardened a little
toward Jethro for making me go back.
Why? Why did you send me back?
I didn’t know if I’d have the courage to forgive him.
You know why. And you will. Of course, you will.
I couldn’t hate him because I wasn’t selfish. He’d sent me
back to protect all of us. Those precious few who’d accepted him and he’d
accepted in return. Love was the worst enemy, winding its commitment, ensuring
no freedom when it came to clearheaded thinking of adversity.
Jethro loved too much. Felt too much. Suffered too much. And
his siblings would be our downfall. Kestrel and Jasmine relied on him—just like
I did. The responsibility of settling his family’s wrongs was a terrible burden
to bear.
But he’s not alone.
I might’ve been stolen. Jethro’s plans to save me might be
ruined. But I was still alive. Still breathing. I wasn’t the naïve girl who’d
first arrived at Hawksridge. I was a woman in love with a Hawk. A Weaver who
would draw Hawk blood.
It’s not over…
Pain exploded in my spine as Daniel stabbed me with his
fist. “Get in the fucking airplane.”
“No!” I threw myself backward, looking frantically at the
private hangar. We weren’t at Heathrow, but a small, private airfield called
Turweston. “I won’t!”
No strangers I could call for help.
No police or air marshals.
When Daniel had stalked me from my room and shoved me
outside, Cut had been waiting. With a victorious smile, he’d stuffed me in the
back of a limousine.
With a purring engine, we’d pulled away from Hawksridge,
tyres crunching on gravel as we followed the long driveway off the estate.
My eyes had scoured the trees, their silhouettes growing
stronger as the sun tinted the sky with pink blushes. Daniel and Cut sat
opposite me, toasting each other with a chilled bottle of champagne. However, I
hadn’t been alone on my side of the limo—I had a guard.
Marquise, Bonnie’s damn henchman, sat beside me; a mountain
of muscle, unyielding and impenetrable.
“Come along.” A strange voice raised my gaze.
A man in a captain’s uniform smiled from the top of the
aircraft steps. The private plane’s fuselage glinted in graphite grey.
Sparkling diamonds, inlaid in the shape of a windswept ribbon, decorated the
tail.
“I don’t want to leave England.”
Daniel laughed behind me. “Like you have a choice.”
“I always have a choice, Buzzard.” I glowered over my
shoulder. “Just like this choice of yours will not end well for you.”
If I don’t kill you, Jethro will.
As far as Daniel knew, his slain brother was supposedly
rotting in some unmarked grave. Jethro was right. The element of surprise
trumped any of Cut and Daniel’s grand delusions.
He snarled, “Watch it, bitch. Everything you say to me here
will be paid in full when we’re there.”
“Now, now. No need for threats.” The captain climbed down a
rung, holding out his hand. “She’ll get on board. Won’t you, my dear? No need
to be afraid of flying. I have an exemplary record.” White hair tufted from
either side of his pristine flying cap. In his mid-fifties, he looked fit and
toned and impatient to take off.
“I can’t leave.”
I can’t be so far from Jethro.
The captain smiled, waving at his vessel. “Of course, you
can. Plus, I bet you’ve never travelled in such style.”
“It’s nothing against your mode of transport. It’s the
destination I disagree to. I’m staying here.” I dug my heels into the metal
grate, fighting against Daniel’s perpetual pushing. “I don’t have my passport,
visa… I can’t travel across borders, so you might as well let me return home.”
Home.
Had Hawksridge Hall become my home?
No, don’t be absurd.
But Jethro had. It didn’t matter where we ended up. What we
did for work. How our lives panned out. As long as I was alive with Jethro by
my side…I would be home.
“Don’t fuss about that.” The captain waved his hand in
invitation. “Travel is good for the soul.”
Not my soul.
Travel meant my soul would become untethered from my body,
thanks to Cut and the Final Debt.
The sun barely peeked over the horizon, hidden by soupy fog
and reluctant night. The world refused to warm, unable to shed the morning
frost or dislodge the claws of winter. England didn’t want to say goodbye as
much as I did, its reluctant dawn wanting me to stay.
“If you don’t get on the motherfucking plane in two seconds,
Weaver, you’ll live to regret it,” Daniel growled.
I glared at the youngest Hawk. “Haven’t you learned by now
your threats don’t scare me?”
Forcing myself to stand taller, I hid the quaking in my
bones, the quivering in muscles, the rampant terror scurrying in my blood. “I
know where you want to take me, and I refuse.”
Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose. A second later, he
cuffed me on the back of the head. “Behave!”
I gritted my teeth against the wash of agony.
“Almasi Kipanga is a fucking treat for the likes of you,
Weaver. Get on your knees and show some goddamn appreciation. Otherwise, I’ll
rip out your fucking tongue and ensure peace for the rest of the trip.”
“Ah, as I said, there’s no need for violence.” The captain
took another step, prying my hand off the railing and tugging me upward. “Come
along, my dear. Let’s get you inside. And don’t you worry about visas and
things. Leave it to me. Airport control won’t be an issue.”
Vertigo cast the world in monochromatic greys as I swayed
toward the captain. “But—”
Cut barrelled past Daniel—reaching the end of his patience.
Grabbing my arse, he shoved me upward, forcing me like unwilling livestock up
the final steps. “I have your passport, Nila. Get on the plane.” His breath
skated over the back of my neck. “And don’t think about refusing again. Got
it?”
Gripping the fuselage, I looked over my shoulder. “My
passport? How did you—”
He waved a black binder in my face. “Everything is in here.
You have no more excuses, and I won’t ask again. Get on the fucking plane or
I’ll knock you out and you can wake up when we get there.”
R E V I E W:
5 tense stars full of passion
This was a master
bomb waiting to explode at the right time.
I’ve been dying to get my hands on this final book to the
Indebted Series. I remember since I read the first one feeling so drawn into this dark twisted world. I
couldn’t comprehend completely why. I
don’t usually read a series that follows the same characters, because sometimes
it tends to get boring or everything the writer divided on certain books,
could’ve had been told in just one book. So I was a bit reluctant to read this.
But oh man, this has been one of the best emotional rides of my life. And my
god, this book was looong, but I didn’t mind it.
And how I cried a
river with this one…
Jethro Hawk, our dearest sexy Hawk was abso-freaking-lutely possessive
man. Jethro is this big scary guy that
you don’t want to mess with him, because I’ll assure you if you do you will be
sleeping with an open. He still scary and possessive as we have seen, and still
making Nila his territory, his world. I don’t think his condition make him less
desirable, manly or strong. I think that makes him more powerful, because he
leans on that to make every day better than the last one. Not wasting time,
going for it. Risking it all for the love of his life. Literally. In Final Debt, I think Jehtro was the key
piece to the story. I think without Jethro nothing could have been possible,
but, at the same time, he alone, couldn’t have done it.
That’s why we should
give props to Pepper and her little details. Every person that appeared in the
book took an important task, since the Hawks, the Weavers, Jethro’s resources,
to the workers and every other person. You may ignore this while reading, but
when you sitting, (as I am right now processing this), you notice that each one
of them gave us a different feeling. And I always have though this special
characteristic of Pepper. She makes us feel what we are reading; not every
feeling would be welcome and pleasant but it gives the story more credibility.
Nila Weaver, our non stoppable fighter. I don’t know if
other persons think this way, but, I think Nila slayed this book. She was
fierce, she was strong, she was determined and she was stubborn. I don’t think
I would be alive and fighting; with all of what Nila has been through, the way
she portraits herself in this book, is just beautiful. Even when she is afraid
and losing hope, she doesn’t let the
other Hawks determine who she is as a person. Nila would always be one of my,
or even my favorite female lead on books. The simple fact that, she accepts and
loves Jethro, even though he wasn’t a charming prince and he hurt her, it’s
wonderful. That’s what’s love about.
They suffered a lot; they endured a great amount of pain.
Physically and mentally.
Final Debt was the perfect end to this series. I know not everything could be rose and good,
because with the evil people we have come to know, Boonie, Daniel, Cut… so many
people trying to interfere and control others people’s lives; perverted minds
trying to justify their actions, on behalf of their ancestors. But no, you
can’t. They are so sick I’m sure everyone wants them dead. But the ending was this hell of a rush
through my mind. I was laughing and cheering inside, but I also got mad and
even cried. You will discover secrets, you will find explanations to certain
things, you will see how everything goes down… I specially love and hated a
moment between Jethro and Cut. I swear it was so difficult to read and so sad I
almost couldn’t handle it. I still in denial with one the lives that were lost
on this bloody rampage of freedom vs.
vengeance.
But overall it has become one of my favorite series. Their
characters are so complex, that I can’t describe them in five sentences. To
reach this final debt, they passed a lot of things, now they have a lot of
history between them. But I’m sure that everybody who will read this would not
want to finish it. I swear if someone would take this entire journey of Jehtro and
Nila and took it to the next level on the big screen or in a series it would be
freaking awesome; because while I was reading Final Debt I literally thought that I
was watching some kind of expert action-dark-romance movie. You don't know the fate of Jethro and Nila until the very end. You don't expect that to happen. It's a book full of surprises, and a lot of tension, secrets, and unexpected things. It’s a bittersweet ending. But I loved every
page of it.
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About the Author:
Pepper
Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife.
She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the
hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her
characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex.
She loves
to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair
with her book boyfriends.
Her Dark
Erotica books include:
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Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1)
Quintessentially
Q (Monsters in the Dark #2)
Her Grey
Romance books include:
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