The Pucking Wrong Number (Pucking Wrong, #1)

by C.R. Jane

He was like Jabba the Hutt in human form–grotesque and repulsive.

She was so stuck up that I was sure she had the vagina of a frozen fish.

"Good girl. That’s my fucking girl."

I was going to kill Lincoln. I would probably end up kissing him first. But then I was definitely going to kill him.

Holy fuck, I think I had a mini orgasm staring down at the monster.

"I don’t want them. I’ll never want them. All I want is you,"

“Have you ever been in love?” she murmured, those green eyes staring at me like I was fucking everything. I was still inside her. It was where I wanted to live. “Not until I saw you.” It was the most honest thing I’d ever told her.

I owned her, and she owned me. I was addicted to the way she felt, a bittersweet pain I wasn’t sure I’d survive.

“I love you. And I’ll never stop,” he told me. “I’d do anything for you…I’d live for you.”

I was thoroughly fucked. And I was also…thoroughly at peace. Yes, Lincoln Daniels could ruin me. But what a ride it would be.