Bride (Bride, #1)

by Ali Hazelwood

This war of ours, the one between the Vampyres and the Weres, began several centuries ago with brutal escalations of violence, culminated amid flowing torrents of varicolored blood, and ended in a whimper of buttercream cake on the day I met my husband for the first time.

I did not expect a Cessna. “Honey,” I ask, lowering my sunglasses to the tip of my nose, “are we rich?” His glance is only mildly blistering. “We’re just banned from most Human-owned airlines, darling.”

“My smell. Do I smell like . . . ?” “Mine.” It’s a rumble in his throat. “You smell like you’re mine, Misery.”

Emery Messner is petrifying. Mostly because she looks really nice.