Night Shift (Daydreamers, #1)

by Annie Crown

If this were a romance novel, Vincent Knight would be the hero. There’s no argument. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired, and handsome in the most wicked of ways. He could be the Mafia hit man, the alpha of the pack, the cutthroat billionaire with daddy issues—he could scoop me up with his good arm, pin my back to a bookshelf deep in the stacks, and fill me.

Reading is so much fun, but I’m tired of feeling like all the best parts of my life have been lived inside my own head.

Now I remember the only thing I’ve ever liked about college parties: the warm sense of community and camaraderie formed between drunk girls waiting for their turn to pee.

“Then for the sake of being direct,” he says, “I can’t stop thinking about you, Kendall. And I’ve read every goddamned poem Elizabeth Barrett Browning ever wrote. In three weeks. For fun.”

wrong to say that your expectations are too high. They’re not. You deserve to have this.”