
Title: Healing Saint
Author: Lynne Leslie
Series: Skullz Ink, Book Three
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 9, 2019


Saint
My heart on lockdown, my plan set, I wait.
Five years ago, I was set up by the woman I loved. Five years, Iâve spent locked in a cage waiting for the moment to get my revenge. Now, Iâm free and ready to take my pound of flesh.
Then one day Rebel steps inside the cell Iâm still trapped in and derails everything. Sheâs fire and fury andâbeautiful. All my carefully laid plansâmy vengeanceâgone somewhere between the moment our eyes meet and the moment she says hello.
Rebel
My trust shattered, my heart broken, I enter.
Five years ago, I was in a wreck that tore my body to pieces. Five years, Iâve inked my skin, hiding the scars that tell the brutal story of a night I barely walked away from.
When I step inside the beautiful cell Saintâs trapped himself in, everything changes. Heâs a beast in a cageâpredatory, beautiful, and dangerous in a way that makes me want to run.
Truths from the past emerge alongside old enemies. We must question everythingâincluding each other. Can our newfound love survive, or will it crumble beneath the weight of the past and the scars that threaten to break us?


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REBEL
I watch Saint get dressed from my position in the bed. It didnât take him long after this last round to decide to get up and leave. And why shouldnât he? You donât stay over for a casual hookup. I knew this, but that doesnât mean that it doesnât hurt. This is why Iâve never been big on being a casual kind of person. I donât like how lonely it makes me feel.
I sit up as Saint makes his way back over to me. He leans down and kisses the top of my head.
âThanks for tonight, Cupcake. Iâll see you around.â
He starts heading towards the bedroom door when the anger hits me. I donât let my temper come out often but when I do, you better fucking watch out because itâs liable to wipe out the entire fucking state.
âAre you fucking serious right now?â I say softly, wrapping the sheet around me and climbing from the bed.
I know he heard me when he stops in his tracks and his back straightens. I watch his back rise and fall with what Iâm assuming a deep breath. When he turns to me his face and eyes are completely blank. I get nothing of the man that was just inside me not even ten minutes ago. I donât get the man I had at the bar nor the man I brought home with me. No, the person I get now is the man thatâs still locked behind the prison walls.
âWhat?â he asks in frustration.
I donât say anything right away. I stand there wrapped in nothing but a sheet, my pussy still throbbing from his brutal thrusts, and stare at Saint. What happened? When did I lose the man that was in my bed? The one that gives sweet kisses to the neck and runs his knuckles down my face?
âThatâs it?â
I keep my voice soft because if I donât Iâll lose the last hold of my temper that I have. Saint sighs running a hand through his hair. He walks back over to me.
âLook. That,â he waves his hand in the direction of the bed, âwas all that this was ever going to be.â
Iâm not stupid. I knew thatâs all this was, but he could have lounged in the bed with me for five fucking minutes instead of jumping up the minute he got off. Iâm not going to examine how I felt when he did that. Iâm going to do what he seems to be good at. I hide everything that Iâm feeling behind a flimsy way quickly built.
I raise a brow at him. âYou couldnât wait for five fucking minutes after you shot off to climb out of the bed and get dressed.â
âI didnât want you to get the wrong idea if I stayed in bed with you,â he growls.
I snort. âWhat? That youâre a decent human being instead of an asshole?â
âThat this is more than a few rounds of sex, goddammit!â
I shake my head and cluck my tongue. âYouâre pretty full of yourself, arenât you?â
âYou telling me that you werenât already feeling it?â
He holds my eyes so I do my best to keep my face blank. I was already feeling it but Iâll be damned if I let him know it. Not if I ever want to see him again, and I do. Thereâs something about Saint that calls to me. I donât know if itâs the loneliness I can read in him, the anger and pain, or if itâs just the man himself. But Iâm going to take Marinaâs advice. I may not have wanted a relationship but Saint was put in my path for a reason. Iâve just got to figure out what that reason is.
âNo, Saint. I wasnât already feeling it. Unless you mean the three orgasms you gave me before you jumped out of bed like it was on fire. If thatâs what youâre talking about then hell yeah I was feeling it.â
His lips twitch and his eyes warm a fraction. Itâs not a full-on victory but Iâll take it.
âNow, let me lay this out for you. I know that youâre not looking for anything permanent. Neither am I. If youâre worried I canât keep this casual then donât be. You give me good orgasms.â I shrug, âIâm not willing to give those up just yet. So, weâll continue this until the fire between us burns out.â
Letâs just hope lighting doesnât strike me dead for the lie I just told. He must accept me at my word because his body relaxes and I even get a tiny smile. One of these days Iâll get the full smile and Iâm sure when I do will be the moment I fall. Until then, I suppose Iâll hang on and enjoy the ride. I let go of the sheet, feeling it flutter to the floor, grab a fist full of his shirt and pull his mouth down to mine. I swirl my tongue around his, tantalizing and seducing, before pulling back with a nibble to his lip.
âYou can go now. Call me when you want to do this againâ I turn, still naked, walk out of the bedroom, and head towards the bathroom. I toss over my shoulder, âIf you donât mind, would you lock the door behind you?â
Once I make it to the bathroom, I wrap my hands around the lip of the sink and bow my head as my breathing escalates. The flimsy wall I had manufactured comes crashing down. I feel a tear leak down my cheek as everything that the wall was holding back comes rushing in like a tsunami. I raise my head and look at the woman in the mirror. I donât see the beautiful woman with bright green eyes and curly blonde hair. I see a woman whose ex didnât love her enough not to get high before getting behind the wheel. I see a woman whoâs been belittled and controlled by the man that was supposed to love her. I see a woman whoâs too scared to fix herself so she chooses to try to fix someone else.






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Mom. Fiancee. Wine Drinker. Hot Mess. Even bigger Walking Disaster. Fluent Sarcasm Speaker. Word Writer. Collector of Readers Hearts. Taco Lover. Book Nerd.
Lynne lives in the quiet country with a bossy mister and two little divas. If you donât catch her with her nose in a book or her fingers scribbling on paper, sheâs usually right in front of the television with her family. She loves anything that glitters and has a weird habit of collecting pens. She thinks seafood is disgusting, beach sand is the devil, and Tom Hardy is life.
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