Savage Lover (Brutal Birthright, #3)

by Sophie Lark

The radio is playing Drake. He changed my station. Are there no depths to which this man will not sink? I snap it back to Top Hits, swapping over to “Watermelon Sugar” instead. Thank you, Harry Styles. You’re a true gentleman. You would never fuck with a woman’s torque wrenches and then force her to listen to Canada’s worst export.

squares

Punnet squares

I wish you could know when a moment will change your life forever.

“His sweat is like catnip. It makes my head spin.”

It’s one thing to be comforted by somebody who’s nice to everyone. It’s an entirely different thing to get care from the last person in the world you’d expect to be nurturing.