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384 pages, ebook
First published November 26, 2020
But this girl was the international champion of "Holding Pee on a Seven-Hour Flight Because an Adorable Elderly Couple was Sleeping in the Two Seats Beside Her." Even after three cans of ginger ale.
I took a deep breath, made a tiny scream at the back of my throat, then went down those stairs to try and get my damn paycheck because I was a ladyboss who needed her cheesecake.
The strongest, most handsome hand appeared above me. Even in my state of half-unconsciousness, I could tell this was a rich hand.
“I’m not going to throw you anywhere, you rotten thief! I’m arresting you!” he boomed back.
I was shaking all over from adrenaline and shock and fear. I needed like, twenty donuts. And a long nap. “Do you promise?” I squeaked.
The strongest, most handsome hand appeared above me. Even in my state of half-unconsciousness, I could tell this was a rich hand. I bet he could get all the donuts he wanted, when he wanted.
“I planned to give you a few days to rest and acclimate, but I see that’s a mistake. You’re the type of person who may accidentally blow something up if left unattended. Or start a cult.”
“Aster, where are your pants?”
“Cayne won’t let me wear them.”
Marigold eyed Cayne with suspicion.
He explained, “I caught her drinking the tap water in her underwear. I wondered where her pants were too.”
Cayne gave me his GQ smolder. “I’m over two centuries old, Miss King, and you certainly don’t have the patent on humor.”
I shook my head and whispered, “Still, it’s like watching a mummy open its own sarcophagus for a strip tease. Completely unnatural.”
Cayne opened his mouth, a retort on his lips, before he paused. A subtle, knowing smile appeared. “You’re using humor and self-deprecation to detract from your discomfort. Interesting.”
I relaxed. Lord almighty, I felt so much better. I didn’t do well with tension. General absurdity was such an improvement.