Sinners Condemned by Somme Sketcher

No good ever comes from a redhead in a stolen dress with her whole life packed at her feet.

I should’ve known Penny Price was trouble the moment smoke and sin followed her into my bar and she challenged me to a game.

I thought the only thing she stole was my watch. Little did I know, she also started a war.

Because the second her muddy boots stomped down the stairs of the club, my empire began to crack.

My cashmere charm is fraying. My gentleman’s mask is slipping. My enemies can smell the weakness.

Penny Price thinks she’s dragging me to hell.

But she doesn’t realise - hell’s exactly where I belong.

After all, it’s wonderfully warm among the flames.