Sincyre is a beautiful angel set loose among the lost and downtrodden like me. Unfortunately, the angel that comes to mind has more in common with Lucifer than Gabriel.
In my more rational moments, I think that Sincyre walks this planet solely to put me through hell. In my irrational moments, I know Sincyre’s sole purpose is to drag me through hell kicking and screaming. The sad part is I love every hair-raising, knee-scraping minute of it. Go ahead and say what we both know. I am pathetic.
Sincyre draws me to him with empty promises, lies and teasing glimpses of a future together that will never be. My self-preservation and common sense are thrown to the same winds that blow him through my front door from time to time. I readily welcome every mistreatment with open arms. Why? I love him, and in my desperation to have him, I accept everything.
My Sister's Soul is recommended for readers 18 and older.