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“You have a knack for this, you’re optimistic to a fault, and your tits entice the local boys to donate blood.” Thank you, Nora. You’re a peach.
“Roses and thorns?” she said, once we had seated her at the table. My sweet mother, who, despite her chronic fatigue, pain, and suffering, always genuinely cared about what happened in our days. Whose love of flowers had made its way into our nightly routine.
Awe just like my daughters classroom teaches
He released me instantly, his face contorting in horror. “You’re hurt. Why didn’t you say something?” “It’s nothing, just a bruise.” Anger simmered in his eyes. “Who did this to you?”
“In truth, bird, your cell is the last place I should be, but”—he sighed—“I can’t seem to keep away from you.”
I watched from the mud as he stalked forward, like shadowed death incarnate, and put both his hands on Bert’s still bowed shoulders, kneeing him in the face with so much force it reverberated through the ground beneath me.
twinkling light of the moon. “I wish whatever attacked you in the woods had succeeded.” Eyes laced with deadly power gazed back at me. “No, you do not.”
“There are three things I love in this world. Reading, a challenge, and proving others wrong.” I laughed, bright and loud. “And helping people?” “Sure.” She shrugged. “That, too.”
“Firstly, you may call me Kane. King Ravenwood is a little formal from someone I’ve made blush as many times as you.”
I was furious with the man. So, so furious. But I also wanted to lick his neck. It was complicated.
“Being good at things, knowledgeable about everything. I don’t know. It’s all I’m worth, I think.”
Kane shot the man a look of pure venom. “I don’t believe the lady was finished speaking. You’d be wise to watch your tongue in her presence.” Deadly silence followed.
“Ever since that day we rode back from the woods together, I have thought of little else. Each night I rub myself raw thinking of your long legs, perfect breasts, and gorgeous laugh.”
“I meant for me. I’m a selfish bastard, remember? Having you, and then . . . leaving you. It would kill me.”
I wanted to be compressed between his body and the cool wallpaper behind me. Pressed like one of the flowers in my books under his delicious weight.
did not want to live in a world without you in it.” I felt the energy in the room shift at his words. We had danced around the chemistry and emotion between us for so long that admitting our feelings felt unthinkable.
He tasted like pure moonlight—dark and sensual and all too tempting.
