Carving for Cara (Wrecked, #1)

by Melissa McSherry

Each year, I go all out for the spooky season,

My neighbor hates it, but I don’t give a fuck.

My modest Victorian-style home sits on the quiet corner of October Lane and Cemetery Circle.

Most people in my small town of Hallow Grove, Iowa, are superstitious and fearful of the devil, but after reading one too many dark romance novels, I’m reasonably certain he’d fuck like a god.

I lock eyes with the tattooed god sitting at the back of the café

Somehow I just know he’d put my vibrator to shame.

I never want her to smile at anyone else like that again, unless it’s me.

Don’t worry, little nightmare, you won't need that vibrator. Not after tonight.

To some, she may be the girl of their dreams, the perfect girl next door, but to me, she is the monster under my bed, the thing that keeps me up at night.

she simply rolls her eyes, silently praying I’m not as fucked up in the head as I sound.

I am, but I prefer to keep that to myself.

my laptop is set up and plastered with pictures of my new obsession.

Since leaving the café a few hours ago, I’ve managed to hack into all her social media accounts

it’s clear she’s Halloween-obsessed and a talented tattoo artist.

I might even have to convince her to add some ink to my collection… maybe her name across my cock.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, and watching you break for me is going to be the most beautiful fucking show, little nightmare.”

Killing for her is quickly becoming my new favorite hobby;

I want to say I don’t want him to catch me,

but something buried deep down in the dark depths of my soul is singing.

A small part of me feels like I may have done this on purpose, though, separating myself further from safety.

I’m terrified of the man hovering over me, but I’m not afraid for my life.

we both know you want to ride this pumpkin, princess,”