Dark Oz

by Geneva Monroe

This book is dedicated to anyone who has ever needed to hear, “You are more than the sum of what has been done to you.”

Aunt Em tossed over a table, screaming about how the world “never gave her a goddamn thing.” Of course, a woman who stuffed her mouth with the spoils of selling other women would consider herself the victim.

“Not me. Give me a romance any day, the filthy kind where the smart-mouthed heroine gets railed by three guys at once.”

Eastin and Westin Witcher were media darlings on the surface. Upstart entrepreneurs and philanthropists, but beneath it they were two of the four tyrants that had carved up Oz.

“Look who decided to let her good girl show. Apparently, you can follow orders after all.”

Now I understood the woman who never flinched and met me blow for blow. She wasn’t a princess at all. Dorothy was a fucking queen, looking to reclaim her kingdom in the name of everything she’d had stripped from her.

“Fucking hell, Crowe, and you call me heartless. Just let the girl come already.”

“Sleep, Firecracker. You can go back to fighting the world in the morning, and when you wake up, I’ll be right here to fight it with you.”

“I’d give every last bit of me to you freely, for the chance to hold a piece of you.”

“Tutto, fiore mio. Hai sciolto il filo che teneva insieme tutti i miei pezzi rotti.”

“Il tuo profumo mi fa impazzire. Ogni istante con te rischio di perdere il controllo.“