The Queen of Sin Series

RUBY ST. CLAIR

THALIA

My face is three storeys high over the Downtown Connector.

A year ago I was dancing for rent at the Onyx Room. Now a Paris fashion house wants me on a horse, my sisters are finally safe, and the most dangerous man in Atlanta reads me his fears at five o'clock every day like a promise.

So of course somebody wants to take it all back.

White lilies with no card. My stolen stage shoes in a box. A photograph of me asleep, slid under a hotel door.

Smile, Silk.

I've spent my whole life waiting for someone to pull the rug.

This time, I'm not waiting. I'm counting.

DIMITRI

I gave my father my city. I'd give him the rest.

What I won't give anybody is her.

There's a woman out there who wants Thalia to beg. A man I should have buried who's still breathing. And a ring sitting in a nine-year-old's teddy bear, waiting for the right cliff.

They think the ring is her weakness.

It's the start of a war.

I've stood at the back of every room she's ever walked into.

Whoever comes for her had better pray I'm not standing at the front.

This is the third book in The Queen of Sin Series. Reading order:

Queen of Silk.

Queen of Fire.

Queen of Steel.