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  Praise for the Fallen Saint Series

  “J. Kenner knows how to deliver a tortured alpha that everyone will fall for hard. Saint is exactly the sinner I want in my bed.” Laurelin Paige, NYT bestselling author

  “J. Kenner has done it again! Fans of her Damien Stark series are going to totally fall for Devlin Saint in this sexy, compelling page-turner.” NYT Bestselling author Carly Phillips

  “This story ticked all my boxes, I swooned, I sighed, and at times I held my breath as Devlin and Ellie push trust and love to the limits, the chemistry is sizzling, the characters loveable and I can’t wait to see where we go with book 2 in this series.” Thelma and Louise Book Blog

  “Devlin Saint rocked my world. And he definitely ain't no saint. He's the best kind of bad...sigh. I have to say, this new series, Fallen Saint is so damn good I want to read it again, and I just turned the last page.” iScream Books Blog

  “Move over Damien Stark. A new king is here. Something unimaginable and extraordinary has happened in My Fallen Saint. Devlin Saint just captured my heart's number one spot as a broken, dominating and delicious alpha man from J. Kenner. This story was explosive and enticing. It was such a powerful mix of passion, suspense and angst. I have no words. No words.” PP’s Bookshelf

  “MY FALLEN SAINT was a very exciting & mysterious & sparky & sexy & heartbreaking first book in a brand new epic romantic suspense series!” BJ’s Book Blog

  “MY BEAUTIFUL SIN was another mysterious and sexy book in this beautiful new romantic suspense series! … I can't wait to see where this story will take us in the final book. And can someone please get Netflix on the phone for this already!!!????” BJ’s Book Blog

  Saints & Sinners is a compilation that includes the works My Fallen Saint, My Beautiful Sin, My Cruel Salvation, and My Tortured Soul. Each of these is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously; they are not real, and any resemblance to events, establishments or persons (living or dead or undead) is entirely coincidental.

  My Fallen Saint Copyright © 2020 by Julie Kenner

  Excerpt from My Beautiful Sin Copyright © 2020 by Julie Kenner

  Cover design by Michele Catalano, Catalano Creative

  Cover images by nastia1983 (model) and welcomeinside (candles)

  My Beautiful Sin Copyright © 2020 by Julie Kenner

  Cover design by Michele Catalano, Catalano Creative

  Cover images from Deposit Photos- Syda_Productions (fireplace), Imaginechina-Tuchong (bed), and Shutterstock - Ligak (negligee)

  My Cruel Salvation Copyright © 2021 by Julie Kenner

  Cover design by Michele Catalano, Catalano Creative

  Cover images from Deposit Photos: Red Roses with Candles on Black by YAY images & Red Rose with Rose Petals by alarm.marina.yandex.ru)

  My Tortured Soul Copyright © 2020 by Julie Kenner

  Sinner’s Game excerpt Copyright © 2022 by Julie Kenner

  Saints & Sinners Collection ISBN:

  Digital: 978-1-953572-98-1

  Print: 978-1-953572-99-8

  Published by Martini & Olive Books

  V-2022-5-2-D

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments is solely coincidental.

  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Praise for The Fallen Saint Series

  My Fallen Saint

  J. KENNER

  Title Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  My Beautiful Sin

  J. Kenner

  Title Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Epilogue

  My Cruel Salvation

  J. Kenner

  Title Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Epilogue

  My Tortured Soul

  J. Kenner

  Title Page

  A note to readers!

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Sinner’s Game Excerpt

  J. Kenner

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Also by J. Kenner

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  MY FALLEN SAINT

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  ABOUT MY FALLEN SAINT

  His touch is her sin.

  Her love is his salvation.

  Charismatic. Confident. Powerful. Controlling.

  A brilliant investor with a Midas touch, Devlin Saint turned a modest inherited fortune into billions, and now operates one of the world’s foremost international philanthropic organizations. He’s a man determined to help the underprivileged, to fight injustice, and to make the world a better place. And that, at least is true.

  It’s not, however, the full truth.

  Because Devlin Saint is a man with a dangerous secret. One he’ll do whatever it takes to protect. And when investigative reporter Ellie Holmes turns her attention to an unsolved murder, she finds herself caught in a web of intrigue and passion as Devlin draws her closer and closer. But as the intensity and sensuality of their relationship grows, so do Ellie’s suspicions. Until she is no longer certain if the heat between her and Devlin is real, or only a facade he constructed to hide his dark and twisted secrets.

  “J. Kenner knows how to deliver a tortured alpha that everyone will fall for hard. Saint is exactly the sinner I want in my bed.” - Laurelin Paige, NYT bestselling author

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  A huge smoochy thank you to Darcy Burke for going a little bananas with me, for helping me work out the core of this book, for being there when we both felt a bit like Jason Bourne after the freakazoid driver nearly ran us off the road, and for All The Other Reasons.

  To Jon Brown, for introducing me to the real life Shelby … even if he wouldn’t let me drive her. And to J. Craig Stiles & Lisa Carolin for putting up with me as I edited at their kitchen table.

  And to my mom. Love you. Miss you.

  CHAPTER ONE

  The wind stings my face and the glare from the afternoon sun obscures my vision as I fly down the long stretch of Sunset Canyon Road at well over a hundred miles per hour.

  My heart pounds and my palms are sweaty, but not because of my speed. On the contrary, this is what I need. The rush. The thrill. I crave it like a junkie, and it affects me like a toddler on a sugar high.

  Honestly, it’s taking every ounce of my willpower not to put my 1965 Shelby Cobra through her paces and kick her powerful engine up even more.

  I can’t, though. Not today. Not here.

  Not when I’m back, and certainly not when my homecoming has roused a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. When every curve in this road brings back memories that have tears clogging my throat and my bowels rumbling with nerves.

  Dammit.

  I pound down the clutch, then slam my foot onto the brake, shifting into neutral as I simultaneously yank the wheel sharply to the left. The tires squeal in protest as I make a U-turn across the oncoming lane, the car’s ass fishtailing before skidding to a stop in the turnout. I’m breathing hard, and honestly, I think Shelby is, too. She’s more than a car to me; she’s a lifelong best friend, and I don’t usually fuck with her like this.

  Now, though…

  Well, now she’s dangerously close to the cliff’s edge, her entire passenger side resting parallel to a void that boasts a view of the distant coastline. Not to mention a seriously stunning glimpse of the small downtown below.

  I ratchet up the emergency brake as my heartbeat pounds in my throat. And only when I’m certain we won’t go skidding down the side of the cliff do I kill Shelby’s engine, wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans, and let my body relax.

  Well, hello to you, too, Laguna Cortez.

  With a sigh, I take off my ball cap, allowing my dark curls to bounce free around my face and graze my shoulders.

  “Get a grip, Ellie,” I murmur, then suck in a deep breath. Not so much for courage—I’m not afraid of this town—but for fortitude. Because Laguna Cortez beat me down before, and it’s going to take all of my strength to walk those streets again.

  One more breath, and then I step out of the car. I walk to the edge of the turnout. There’s no barrier, and loose dirt and small stones clatter down the hill as I balance on the very edge.

  Below me, jagged rocks protrude from the canyon walls. Further down, the harsh angles smooth to gentle slopes with homes of all shapes and sizes nestled among the rocks and scrubby plants. The tiled roofs follow the tightly winding road that leads down to the Arts District. Tucked neatly in the valley formed by a U of hills and canyons, the area opens onto the town’s largest beach and draws a steady stream of tourists and locals.

  As far as the public is concerned, Laguna Cortez is one of the gems of the Pacific Coast. A laid-back town with just under sixty-thousand people and miles of sandy and rocky beaches.

  Most people would give their right arm to live here.

  As far as I’m concerned, it’s hell.

  It’s the place where I lost my heart and my virginity. Not to mention everybody close to me. My parents. My uncle.

  And Alex.

  The boy I’d loved. The man who broke me.

  Not a single one of them is here anymore. My family, all dead. And Alex, long gone.

  I ran, too, desperate to escape the weight of my losses and the sting of betrayal. I swore to myself that I’d never return.

  As far as I was concerned, nothing would get me back.

  But now it’s ten years later, and here am I again, drawn back down to hell by the ghosts of my past.

  CHAPTER TWO

  I met Alex Leto on my sixteenth birthday, and the first time I saw him, something inside me turned on. Something like happiness, yet so much more complicated. Optimism, maybe, but mixed with rainbows and unicorns.

  The day started gray and dismal, with storms rolling in at dawn. They parked themselves over my house, spread their dark gray arms, and stirred up wind and rain from daybreak all the way into the evening. Six of my ten invited guests called to cancel, but even before the party started, I’d known that it was ruined.

  I should have seen it coming. Maybe not a gale, but something. After all, I was not the most blessed of kids. For starters, I was an orphan.

  I’d turned four the day after my mother died, and though I used to tell my dad that I remembered her, by the time I was ten, that was a lie.

  Her brother, my Uncle Peter, moved his commercial real estate business to Laguna Cortez after she died. My dad couldn’t afford to hire help, and as Chief of Police he had an erratic schedule. Daddy and I lived in the hills, but I’d go to Uncle Peter’s huge, light-filled beach house most days after school.

  It was a stunning home, but I hated every moment away from my dad. Maybe some part of me knew what was coming. I don’t know. All I know is that I wanted him beside me and safe.

  But wanting doesn’t matter. It never does. Wants are just so much fluff, and Fate is a goddamn bitch. The summer I turned thirteen, I learned that lesson well.

  That’s when a gunman murdered my father, then killed himself. People tried to comfort me by pointing out that my father died on duty in the job he loved. But it didn’t help. He was still horribly, painfully dead.