Sword of the Seven Sins



“A hot, fast-paced, beautifully written story you won’t want to miss!” 
-Caitlin Sinead, author of Heartsick

Eva Marteinn never wanted to be a killer.

Raised in the Commonwealth, where citizens live and die by the code of the Seven Sins, Eva is sickened by the barbaric punishments the High Priests inflict. She sees the Bellators of Light, the Commonwealth’s executioners, as no more than conscienceless killers.

When she’s Chosen as the first female bellator—and can’t refuse, on threat of exile or disgrace—Eva is devastated. But she turns out to be inordinately gifted at the very role she abhors…no thanks to her mentor, Ari Westergaard, who alternates between ignoring her and challenging her to impossible tests.

Ari’s indifference conceals a dangerous secret: He’s loved Eva since they were children. When Eva falls for Ari too, she knows they should do anything to avoid each other. Love is forbidden. Lust is a death sentence. But as mentor and apprentice, they’re bound by the blood oath they swore the day of Eva’s Choosing.

Balanced on a razor’s edge of desire and betrayal, the two uncover a secret that could overturn the Commonwealth itself. Now Eva must make an impossible choice: Turn her back on Ari, and remain loyal to the only home she’s ever known—or risk everything on the slim hope of freedom, and stake her life on the boy she’s come to love.

“Amazing characters and a fast plot that will keep you on the edge of your seat.”
-S.E. Anderson, author of the Starstruck Saga

“A rollicking ride through forbidden love and deadly adventure … I haven’t ached for love like this to conquer all since Tris and Four.”
-Leigh Statham, Author of the Daughter Trilogy

“A romantic dystopian with a fantastic—and unexpected—twist … SEVEN SINS is powerful, sexy, hopeful, and unsettling.”
-Heidi Ayarbe, award-winning author of Freeze Frame



Sword of the Seven Sins



“A hot, fast-paced, beautifully written story you won’t want to miss!” 
-Caitlin Sinead, author of Heartsick





Eva Marteinn never wanted to be a killer.

Raised in the Commonwealth, where citizens live and die by the code of the Seven Sins, Eva is sickened by the barbaric punishments the High Priests inflict. She sees the Bellators of Light, the Commonwealth’s executioners, as no more than conscienceless killers.

When she’s Chosen as the first female bellator—and can’t refuse, on threat of exile or disgrace—Eva is devastated. But she turns out to be inordinately gifted at the very role she abhors…no thanks to her mentor, Ari Westergaard, who alternates between ignoring her and challenging her to impossible tests.

Ari’s indifference conceals a dangerous secret: He’s loved Eva since they were children. When Eva falls for Ari too, she knows they should do anything to avoid each other. Love is forbidden. Lust is a death sentence. But as mentor and apprentice, they’re bound by the blood oath they swore the day of Eva’s Choosing.

Balanced on a razor’s edge of desire and betrayal, the two uncover a secret that could overturn the Commonwealth itself. Now Eva must make an impossible choice: Turn her back on Ari, and remain loyal to the only home she’s ever known—or risk everything on the slim hope of freedom, and stake her life on the boy she’s come to love.

“Amazing characters and a fast plot that will keep you on the edge of your seat.”
-S.E. Anderson, author of the Starstruck Saga

“A rollicking ride through forbidden love and deadly adventure … I haven’t ached for love like this to conquer all since Tris and Four.”
-Leigh Statham, Author of the Daughter Trilogy

“A romantic dystopian with a fantastic—and unexpected—twist ... SEVEN SINS is powerful, sexy, hopeful, and unsettling.”
-Heidi Ayarbe, award-winning author of Freeze Frame


Eva

My pulse pounds wildly against his fingers, a bird trapped in a cage, wings thrashing in an effort to get free. No one has ever touched me this way. Certainly I never felt the smoldering heat of a slow-burning fuse when the medics worked on me or the Mothers sluiced the shampoo from my hair.

Eva


My pulse pounds wildly against his fingers, a bird trapped in a cage, wings thrashing in an effort to get free. No one has ever touched me this way. Certainly I never felt the smoldering heat of a slow-burning fuse when the medics worked on me or the Mothers sluiced the shampoo from my hair.


ARI

Her beauty is a weapon, the only one that has ever been able to bring me low. It has as much to do with the fierce intelligence in her eyes as it does with that thick fall of black hair, always bound in its braid, and the opalescent sheen of her skin. In my darker moments, I’ve imagined what it might feel like to tug her hair loose from its bindings, if it would run like water through my fingers. If her touch would burn.

Ari


Her beauty is a weapon, the only one that has ever been able to bring me low. It has as much to do with the fierce intelligence in her eyes as it does with that thick fall of black hair, always bound in its braid, and the opalescent sheen of her skin. In my darker moments, I’ve imagined what it might feel like to tug her hair loose from its bindings, if it would run like water through my fingers. If her touch would burn.



EVA + ARI

Thinking like this is wrong, I tell myself. Remember who you are. But when she holds the tip of her blade beneath my chin, I think not of blood and punishment but of how her skin would slide through my hands, rain-wet and slippery as a selkie, how much I would like to know whether her lips are as soft as they look. How she tastes.

EVA + ARI


Thinking like this is wrong, I tell myself. Remember who you are. But when she holds the tip of her blade beneath my chin, I think not of blood and punishment but of how her skin would slide through my hands, rain-wet and slippery as a selkie, how much I would like to know whether her lips are as soft as they look. How she tastes.



Efraím

He raised me to be what I am, has mentored and trained me. Yet despite the hours we’ve spent together, sparring and debating the finer points of strategy—despite the regret I saw in his eyes—there’s nothing left between us but this: a traitor and the warrior chosen to bring about his end. It is my flaw, my sin that I cannot help but wish for more.


Efraím


He raised me to be what I am, has mentored and trained me. Yet despite the hours we’ve spent together, sparring and debating the finer points of strategy—despite the regret I saw in his eyes—there’s nothing left between us but this: a traitor and the warrior chosen to bring about his end. It is my flaw, my sin that I cannot help but wish for more.

Kilían

Kilían, the lead interrogator, has point. He stands in front—the tip of an arrow made up of the thirty elite bellators that comprise Efraím’s inner circle—blade unsheathed in his hand, his close-cropped red hair gleaming in the torchlight. “In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni,” he says in greeting. We enter the circle at night and are consumed by fire.

Kilían


Kilían, the lead interrogator, has point. He stands in front—the tip of an arrow made up of the thirty elite bellators that comprise Efraím’s inner circle—blade unsheathed in his hand, his close-cropped red hair gleaming in the torchlight. “In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni,” he says in greeting. We enter the circle at night and are consumed by fire.


Ronan

I expected the barbarians Outside to set on me, to rip me limb from limb. But they were not barbarians at all—just people, trying to survive. They cared for me. They took me in. And when I grew old enough, I dedicated my life to fighting for their cause.


Ronan


I expected the barbarians Outside to set on me, to rip me limb from limb. But they were not barbarians at all—just people, trying to survive. They cared for me. They took me in. And when I grew old enough, I dedicated my life to fighting for their cause.

The Executor

It is our duty to guard the unsullied state of your souls, for the past has shown us that only too easily can they become corrupt. So easily can mankind indulge our animal nature. Citizens of the Commonwealth, it gives me no pleasure to acknowledge our final sinner, who shall be sentenced to serve you our finest food and drink today—and yet partake of none. Thus she shall experience deprivation that will return her soul to purity; thus she shall renounce her gluttony, to serve and sin no more.


The Executor


It is our duty to guard the unsullied state of your souls, for the past has shown us that only too easily can they become corrupt. So easily can mankind indulge our animal nature. Citizens of the Commonwealth, it gives me no pleasure to acknowledge our final sinner, who shall be sentenced to serve you our finest food and drink today—and yet partake of none. Thus she shall experience deprivation that will return her soul to purity; thus she shall renounce her gluttony, to serve and sin no more.