Igniting Cinder (The Lost Girls, #3)

by Holly Roberds

Nothing says fuck off, don’t touch or talk to me like goth fashion.

You can take the girl out of Midnight, but she’ll still have a weird affinity for Tim Burton aesthetics the rest of her life.

“With her bewitching gaze and a touch that can spark a flame in the darkest of hearts, she's the gothic princess who reigns supreme over the night. Her creations behind the bar are as mesmerizing as her legend, each one a spell waiting to be cast.”

The thrill I get out of a vibrating needle jetting ink into my flesh or a fresh piercing has always been far more of a high for me.

Tattoos > sex

She’s so mean. I’m obsessed.

Fear and arousal mix inside of me. Fearousal.

“What do you think of that, my goth goddess? Do you want me to spread your legs open and fuck you until your voice is hoarse from screaming and you’ve gone blind from coming too many times?”