The Pucking Wrong Number (Pucking Wrong, #1)

by C.R. Jane

MONROE. His cock was tattooed with my name.

I was a predator, and she was my prey. But she was more than that. She was my salvation, the one person who could make me feel alive again.

“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.

“Fuck love, Monroe. Love is nothing. You can feel love for anyone. What I feel for you is pain. Knowing that a part of my fucking soul is living outside of my body and now that I’ve found it, I’ll die if I ever lose it. That’s what we have. Love is a shadowed imitation for people unlucky enough to never find their soulmates. What we have is everything.”