Summer Sparrow (Jackals and Vipers Duet #2)

by Emmerson Hoyt

For anyone who learned the hard way that sharing blood doesn’t necessarily make you family.

The title of mom or dad doesn’t make someone perfect or worthy of our love, their actions do.

I get her for the summer and that’s it. It’s not like she was mine

My chest hitches as images of Colton’s sun-drenched face tear through my memory. He was mine for the season, but never mine to keep. My summer sparrow.

We’re not done here. Not by a long shot.

Fucking Colt