Contents ( 300)
- The Sin Trilogy
- Meghan March
- Contents
- Note From The Author
- Richer Than Sin
- About Richer Than Sin
- Prologue
- Lincoln
- One
- Lincoln
- Two
- Lincoln
- Three
- Whitney
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Whitney
- Eight
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- Nine
- Whitney
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
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- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
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- Fourteen
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- Fifteen
- Whitney
- Sixteen
- Whitney
- Seventeen
- Whitney
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Whitney
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
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- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
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- Twenty-Six
- Whitney
- Twenty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Eight
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- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
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- Thirty-Two
- Whitney
- Thirty-Three
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Four
- Whitney
- Thirty-Five
- Whitney
- Thirty-Six
- Whitney
- Thirty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Nine
- Whitney
- Forty
- Whitney
- Forty-One
- Lincoln
- Forty-Two
- Whitney
- Forty-Three
- Whitney
- Forty-Four
- Whitney
- Forty-Five
- Lincoln
- Forty-Six
- Whitney
- Forty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Forty-Eight
- Whitney
- Forty-Nine
- Lincoln
- Fifty
- Whitney
- Fifty-One
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Two
- Whitney
- Fifty-Three
- Whitney
- Fifty-Four
- Lincoln
- Guilty As Sin
- About Guilty As Sin
- One
- Whitney
- Two
- Lincoln
- Three
- Whitney
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Whitney
- Eight
- Lincoln
- Nine
- Whitney
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
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- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Whitney
- Fourteen
- Whitney
- Fifteen
- Lincoln
- Sixteen
- Lincoln
- Seventeen
- Whitney
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
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- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
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- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
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- Twenty-Six
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- Twenty-Seven
- Whitney
- Twenty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Whitney
- Thirty-Two
- Whitney
- Thirty-Three
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Four
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Five
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- Thirty-Six
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Seven
- Whitney
- Thirty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Nine
- Whitney
- Forty
- Lincoln
- Forty-One
- Whitney
- Forty-Two
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- Forty-Three
- Whitney
- Forty-Four
- Lincoln
- Forty-Five
- Whitney
- Forty-Six
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- Forty-Seven
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- Forty-Eight
- Whitney
- Forty-Nine
- Lincoln
- Fifty
- Whitney
- Fifty-One
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- Fifty-Two
- Whitney
- Fifty-Three
- Whitney
- Fifty-Four
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- Fifty-Five
- Whitney
- Reveling In Sin
- About Reveling in Sin
- One
- Whitney
- Two
- Whitney
- Three
- Lincoln
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
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- Eight
- Whitney
- Nine
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- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
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- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
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- Fourteen
- Whitney
- Fifteen
- Lincoln
- Sixteen
- Whitney
- Seventeen
- Lincoln
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
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- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
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- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
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- Twenty-Six
- Whitney
- Twenty-Seven
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- Twenty-Eight
- Whitney
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
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- Thirty-Two
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- Thirty-Three
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- Thirty-Four
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- Thirty-Five
- Whitney
A smile stretches across my lips. “Yes, Mr. Riscoff. I would love to walk with you on the beach.”
I reach out and slide my fingers into his.
Forty
Lincoln
Just sitting next to her during the flight made my night. But as soon as we’re out of the chopper and on the ground, the look of wonder on Whitney’s face is everything I’ve ever wanted to see there.
As soon as her sandals touch the beach, she whispers, “This is unreal.”
I reach down and pick up a handful of colored glass that’s been battered by the ocean and rocks until the edges are smooth and the glass is frosted.
“Hold out your hand.” She does, and I drop the rainbow of sea glass into it. “So, what do you think?”
Whitney’s chin jerks up toward me. “This is amazing. And absolutely nothing like what I expected.”
“What did you expect?”
She laughs. “I probably shouldn’t tell you . . .”
“Come on . . .”
“As soon as I saw the chopper, I figured we’d be going to a swanky restaurant with a helipad on top that you bought out for the night so no one could bother us.”
“I thought about it.”
She stands, clutching what looks like a fistful of gems. “Why didn’t you?”
“I figured you saw the inside of plenty of restaurants while you were seeing hotels and venues. I wanted to give you something different. An experience. I was betting you hadn’t seen anything like this before.”
Her lips press together and she closes her eyes for a beat. When she opens them again, her blue eyes shine. “You’re right. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. Ever. This . . . this is special.”
When she sniffles, I hope like hell I didn’t make her cry.
Whitney turns away and drops my hand to gather up scoops of glass. “It’s magical,” she says as she lets the pieces slip through her fingers.
I want to tell her that anywhere she is would be magical, but I don’t. “I’m glad you like it.”
Her smile turns lopsided.
“Like it? We love it,” Cricket yells as she trots down the beach. “This is fucking awesome!” She jumps into Hunter’s arms, and he swings her around.
Whitney’s smile grows bigger as she watches her cousin. After a few beats, she steps closer to me. “Thank you for letting me share this with her. It makes it even more special.”
She lifts her mouth to mine and presses a kiss against my lips. It’s brief and soft, but from Whitney, it’s everything.
My goals in life shift as another one is added to the list.
Get her to kiss me like that again.
Forty-One
Whitney
Lincoln and I walk the beach, exploring and marveling at the smooth sea glass where there would usually be sand. I lose track of time as I soak up every moment of this experience . . . including the sense of peace that has settled over me.