Ruthless Vows (Letters of Enchantment, #2)

by Rebecca Ross

I would love to see you burn with splendor. I would love to see your words catch fire with mine.

Unsurprisingly, she went to his bookshelves first, her mouth agape. She touched the gilded spines lovingly; it made him want to give them all to her.

You, sir, never healed me as you should have. You are the author of my wounds to begin with.