Wildfire (Maple Hills, #2)

by Hannah Grace

Emilia thinks liking men is a poor choice to begin with, and I have to remind her that, unfortunately, you can be attracted to men and not actually like them as a species.

The balance between being the perfect daughter and my own person is like walking a tightrope. Except there’s a hurricane. And the rope is on fire.

“This is going to be the best seven seconds of my life.” “Don’t make me laugh when I’m trying to seduce you,” she groans through her laughter. “You don’t need to try, you’ve achieved it. Consider me seduced. Obsessed. Consu—” Her lips wrap around the end of my

He picks it up, his biceps bulging with the weight. “I can do this alone, you don’t need to help.” Oh Lord. I am a weak, weak woman.