Red Sin (Sin # 1) by Aleatha Romig

Book #1 of the SIN series





New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of the Consequences series, Infidelity series, Sparrow trilogies: Web of Sin, Tangled Web, Web of Desire, and Dangerous Web, and the Devil’s Series Duet





COPYRIGHT AND LICENSE INFORMATION





RED SIN





Book 1 of the SIN series

Copyright @ 2021 Romig Works, LLC

Published by Romig Works, LLC

2021 Edition

ISBN: 978-1-947189-67-6

Cover art: Letitia Hasser at RBA/Designs/Romantic Book Affairs

Editing: Lisa Aurello

Formatting: Romig Works, LLC





This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.





2021 Edition License





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Red Sin





Red is the color of blood, sacrifice, danger, and courage. It’s also associated with heat, passion, and sexuality. When two people meet unexpectedly with an inexplicable attraction that defies common understanding...it can be called RED SIN.



Julia and Van found one another in a shaken snow globe. Stranded in a blizzard, they embraced being two individuals with no last names. The plan was to walk away from each other with no regrets—until that plan changed.



Julia’s life was delivered a staggering blow the day she discovered her fiancé’s infidelity. The night she met a handsome stranger, one who showed her the possibility of a life filled with more than the fulfillment of expectations, she took a chance.



When it comes to business, Donovan Sherman is a wolf—a bloodthirsty carnivore who leaves wounded prey and victims in his wake. He learned from the best, his onetime nemesis and now-mentor, Lennox Demetri, who showed him that opportunities are only ripe for those willing to risk it all, a lesson Donovan took to heart.



With Julia McGrath, Donovan must decide if this beautiful woman who showed him the meaning of red sin will fall victim as his prey or if after experiencing the unbridled passion, there is more that he wants.



From New York Times bestselling author Aleatha Romig comes a brand-new romantic-suspense novel in the world of high finance, where success is sweet and revenge is sweeter.

Have you been Aleatha’d?





“WHITE RIBBON,” a novella, first appeared in the no-longer-available Top Shelf Romance anthology I HAVE LIVED AND I HAVE LOVED.

Since the original publication, a few changes have been made to the novella.

If you have read “WHITE RIBBON,” in the anthology, I recommend you begin at the beginning so as to not miss a thing. If you read “WHITE RIBBON” as a free prequel novella—where the updates were present—you may jump ahead to chapter seven.

Chapters one through six of RED SIN are “WHITE RIBBON” as found in the limited-release free novella.

It was my plan to avoid making you jump from here to a free prequel and back.

If you haven’t read “WHITE RIBBON” anywhere else, or if you’d like to refresh your memory on how Van and Julia met in a shaken snow globe along the white ribbon, please start at chapter one.

As I first wrote “WHITE RIBBON” it became obvious to me that I wanted more Julia and Van in my life. I knew there was much more to their story: more intrigue, more mystery, and many more sexy times to come.

I hope you feel the same way as you begin the Sin Series with book one, RED SIN, including where it all began on the “WHITE RIBBON.”



~Aleatha





Julia





My knuckles blanched on the steering wheel as I pumped the brakes of my rental car. Even though I’d been told—more than once—that automatic brakes didn’t require pumping, I couldn’t help myself. The action calmed my nerves, giving me the illusion that I had an ounce of control as the tires slid and scooted upon the ice-covered road and large snowflakes the size of oranges fell from the sky.