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345 pages, Paperback
First published February 22, 2018



"He was the storm—the storm I walked into while everyone ran the opposite direction. I welcomed him. I thrived inside of him. I let him conquer me"
"Loving you was the most exquisite form of self-destruction."
“If I came back, you said you’d punish me. Or were those all empty threats?”







“I wanted to be safe.
I wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be loved.”
“The Pit was my hell, my heaven, my saving grace, and it was where I became addicted to her…”









We were the forgotton chess pieces on the board, chipped, worn, but still, we surged forward."


"In the darkness, in the chaos, we found comfort in each other."

"In the most fucked up way, we were built for each other. Her hungry soul; my sick twisted heart."Beau Knight is Tensley Knight’s older brother. Due to the love, he shared with a human girl, he was stripped of his inheritance and lost his heart. Now a ruthless fighter in "the pit" and an enforcer for his family, Beau, a wicked demon, lives his life fast and loose! When Lex Harvey, a good friend of Tensley and a souleater, enters "the pit" in search of a missing friend, Beaux is beyond frustrated by her presence in his dark world. Fearing she is too pure for the darkness and danger all around, Beau does everything in his power to push her away. But when the attraction between the two builds into something greater than either can deny, Beau and Lex come together and find passion like they have never experienced before. But can a soulless man and a souleater find happiness, peace and long-lasting love?

"Each thrust was a battle between us-a challenge, a war to destroy each other."Told in dual POV, When Sinners Kneel is a story of two people longing to be loved. Both struggle with their inner demons and yet, together they are strong. This world is complex and the characters play an integral part in each other’s lives. Beau makes quite the transformation as each moment unfolds. Lex, albeit young, is quite the fighter and paired with Beaux becomes the woman she was meant to be. The pacing of the story was quick and yet the romance between the two is a slow burn. The action always plays a critical role in this world as good and evil are constantly battling for control. Although I thoroughly enjoyed the journey that Beau and Lex experienced together there was certainly a bit of angst as these two figure out how to make things work. As always, R. Scarlett brings passion, action, and tender romance that will leave you swooning and begging for more.













That was my life. Fights, sex, belladonna, keeping the low-class demons in check and repeat.
She pissed me off because she turned me on.
The anger, the bitterness, the wrath of Beau. I wanted the intensity. I wanted to feel the high of his emotions rushing through me. Feeding me. As incubus got high off of sexual energy, I got high off of people's emotions.

"Taste me," he hissed out. An order. A command.
Soak in me, his soul sung to me. Drink me. Eat me. Consume me.
Two damaged souls aching for another to soothe our darkness.

"I was destroying you...I couldn't stay here. Trust me, Alexandra, my body, and...my body was screaming to stay, but I couldn't. You would've been dead by now if I hadn't left. I did it so you could heal. So I wouldn't destroy you like I destroy everything else in my life."
"You did the one thing i told you would hurt me. You left me without even saying goodbye,
without giving me a choice...."
Love me and let me love you.

We had fought for our love, for our futures and to let go of our demons and our past. We had sin, we had kneeled, and we had conquered.

My control always ran thin when she was near. Like a moth to a flame. And I was the fucking flame. I knew I would burn her—destroy her and I’d enjoy doing it.
All I wanted was her and that high. To forget, to lose control, to let myself taste her.
In the darkness, in the chaos, we found comfort in each other.
We had been a mess, but we had been our mess of affection and addiction and love.






