The Fall of Bradley Reed (Seasons of Revenge, #3)

by Morgan Elizabeth

We’re going for cold-hearted baddie vibes. Black Widow-type shit. But, you know. Without the murder. Bodily harm . . . I mean, maybe.

“She’s nice,” he says, and I wonder if he knows things like compound sentences or, at the very least, sentences with more than four words.

“Who needs shoes?! I’m only going a couple feet! Gonna take my cane and bash his windows in!”

“I’m just saying. Life is both painfully short and dreadfully long, and you only get the one. Live it for you.”

Googling how to hire someone to break into your ex's house while he sleeps to scare the shit out of him is most definitely illegal. Who's counting, though, you know?

“If you were mine, I’d fuck ‘fine’ out of your vocabulary. A woman like you? Deserves nothing but fucking perfection.”

“Don’t play dumb, Liv. You know where this is going.”

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