A Rivalry of Hearts (Fae Flings and Corset Strings, #1)

by Tessonja Odette

Being on time is—unsurprisingly—a rather serene experience. There’s no rushing. No running. No pleading with fate to turn back the hands of time.

I feel you girl lmao

“Say it. Say it and I’ll give you a point without taking one myself. I give you my word. A fae promise. Position me however you want and I’ll make sure it’s for more than academic study. I’ll let you find out exactly what touch you like best, what position, and then I’ll withhold it from you. I’ll tease you, torment you, until you’re begging me, whimpering and whining like one of your blushing heroines. Just when you can’t take it anymore, I’ll give you what you want. I’ll touch you in every way you like. Then I’ll make you come.”

For fuck’s sake, I no longer have the luxury of denial. I’m attracted to the weirdest woman I’ve ever met,

She has my book in her arms, hugging it to her chest. My breath hitches at the sight, and I’m suddenly jealous of an inanimate object.

Too freakin sweet

“You are beautiful,” he says, voice deep and melodic. “Your words are beautiful. There is no this is more beautiful than that when it comes to you. Your beauty and the beauty of your work are separate entities. Dennis fucking Feverforth was an idiot. He put you on a pedestal. He didn’t deserve the eyes he assessed you with or the heart he professed to love you with if he couldn’t separate himself from the fantasy he built around you and take you for the prize you are.”

But she isn’t me. Maybe she processes hurt differently than I do. Maybe she processes it alone. I can’t force her to be anyone other than who she is. Because I love who she is. I love her. Even if she hates me now.

We love an emotionally aware man.

I’ve never kicked my feet so hard or squealed so loud as I did then.

Me this entire book.