A forbidden romance that should never have been written. A past that should have been forgotten. And a familiarity that should have been spoken long before hearts were broken.
This story is a rather unfortunate one, well, unfortunate for me - Sir Killian Cromwell III
I was once a young man persuaded by a kiss.
I can't say she was the most beautiful woman who ever crossed my path, or my heart fell for her at first sight. I can't put a day to when we began, or a specific moment when I felt myself swayed by her essence.
At first, I couldn't fathom her as my wife, but in the end, I couldn't imagine her any other way.
She was my wreckage, my heart's weakness. Her absence decayed me, but it was nothing compared to the violent anger when she looked at me as if she'd never known me at all.
If I were to sum up my love for Avery in a simple English equation of 'her and I,' it would be with English words and a sullen tone.

She was a language that I couldn't speak, words put together meant for the stars, understood only by the heart because it was my heart that betrayed me to Miss Avery Archibald in the most embarrassingly wicked way.
But as fast and vast as her presence altered my life, her absence destroyed it.
And although I was the one who walked away, I knew she would never stay. So imagine my surprise when she's three feet away, in touching distance, staring at me, with no recollection of how intimately our paths once intertwined.

Only she is no longer mine, she is on the arm of another man, my brother.
Oh, How You Sway Me is a standalone novel about a forbidden love that is so powerful, you can't help but be swayed by the cruelty of it all.
The only question to ask is what would you do? Who would you choose?