Igniting Cinder (The Lost Girls, #3)

by Holly Roberds

Fear and arousal mix inside of me. Fearousal. If it hasn’t been a thing before, I’m making it a thing now.

“Don’t be like that, my little black cloud of cuddles. We are betrothed. We must share all our secrets.”

“Cinder, you look. . .” He trails off, shaking his head clear. “Like a princess?” I offer. “Like the most powerful, dangerously seductive creature I’ve ever beheld.”

Oh yes, my little tattooed treat. Let me in and I’ll show you all I want to do to you with my tongue.