Series: Indebted #6
Published by Self-Published on November 30th 2015
Genres: Dark Romance
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The Last Book in the New York TImes Bestselling Dark Romance Series. Where love tries to triumph and darkness continues to reign....
“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?
Just when I was convinced that I have read it all, that isn’t so because Pepper Winter continues to surprise us with even more unexpected twists and turns in this sixth installment of this riveting series. The degree of creativity that she manages to embed into every facet of “Final Debt” is simply endless!
There are multiple aspects of this book that stood out for me, the most important would be the unveiling all the mysteries behind the Weaver/Hawk Legacy – both from the present and the past. What was striking about this was how far the author took it. She not only tells us of the inexplicable hardship that Nila and Jethro are currently going through, but she also discloses the horrors that occur in previous generations. I appreciated that we were able to catch a glimpse of that world and in doing so proved just how much “history repeats itself.”
Another thing great about the book was the character building and the pairing. To say that both Nila and Jethro have been through it all is an understatement. They’ve been a part of so much depravity yet they never had the will to give up. They knew that as long as that the other still existed that there was always a way. The love and dedication that they had for each other were infallible. Nothing, not even death could separate them. Nila and Jethro were certainly fated to be until the very end.
I do have to mention that these books aren’t for everyone. The entire series is dark, dark enough that I took much-needed breaks between chapters to process my thoughts and feelings. There were moments that it became too much – the debauchery too overwhelming and just when I wanted to give up something beautiful occurs. This is what kept me going. This is what kept me tethered to my seat. This is what made this story stand out. And this is why Pepper Winters will always be one of my favorite authors. She pushes the boundaries and never ever disappoints in delivering a magnificent story.
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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.
“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.