Wild Love (Rose Hill, #1)

by Elsie Silver

“Listen to me. Your taste in music is mediocre and your fashion sense is mountain-man-but-make-it-expensive. Your bank account is so full that you don’t even know what to do with it.” “Great, thank you,” he says dryly. “A lot of the time, your vocabulary consists of grunts and bitchy, one-word answers.” “You should see how big my dick is, though.”

“Rosie. You kill me.” “That was funny. Why aren’t you laughing?” Now his head tips up. Eyes glowing neon, like they defy the dim light in the living room. “There’s nothing funny about the way I want you.”