Trinity Series by Audrey Carlan

Maria De La Torre is a survivor. Her life has not been paved with streets of gold...but with blood and sacrifice. She may have been there for her soul sister in the Trinity Trilogy but this story is about her life. The life she chooses. The same life someone from her past is trying to take away. Elijah is the last man in the entire world Maria should be with. He's a dark, gritty, lawless bounty hunter--the exact opposite of the man she loved and lost, the man who gave up everything for her... moreMaria De La Torre is a survivor. Her life has not been paved with streets of gold...but with blood and sacrifice. She may have been there for her soul sister in the Trinity Trilogy but this story is about her life. The life she chooses. The same life someone from her past is trying to take away. Elijah is the last man in the entire world Maria should be with. He's a dark, gritty, lawless bounty hunter--the exact opposite of the man she loved and lost, the man who gave up everything for her. Only Elijah is not the type of guy to back down. He's used to getting what he wants and he's set his sights on the raven-haired seductress. Time is not on Maria and Elijah's side. There's a new threat to the soul sister, one Maria never thought she'd have to face again. And this time, of the stakes are life and death. Maria quickly learns that the things she wants most in this lifetime may just be the things that have the power to destroy her. less

Not many can say they were burned by fate. I’m the exception. Scalded figuratively, emotionally, and physically… I have the scars running down my arm, ribs, and side to prove it. The doctors have done what they can to heal me by smoothing the abraded skin using other parts of my body. But they can only do so much. Sometimes, what can’t be seen can’t be healed. The fire that night took more than a pound of flesh... moreNot many can say they were burned by fate. I’m the exception. Scalded figuratively, emotionally, and physically… I have the scars running down my arm, ribs, and side to prove it. The doctors have done what they can to heal me by smoothing the abraded skin using other parts of my body. But they can only do so much. Sometimes, what can’t be seen can’t be healed. The fire that night took more than a pound of flesh. It obliterated my talent, beauty, and most importantly, seared the connection I had with the man I loved. Sure, it was me who pushed him away, but I had my reasons. I did what any woman would do in my situation. I gave up everything so that one day he’d find happiness and peace. Now I’ve healed a bit on the outside, and on the inside, but I still crave the one I let go. To this day he looks at me with fire in his eyes, a heat so bright in his being he glows with it. I fear the light, the flames that could consume me whole. The problem now is, he’s not mine anymore. I just may have waited too long to fight for him, for us, for a future together. There’s only one thing I can do. Let fate decide. less