Burning Ivy (KORT, #1)

by Brandy Hynes

To all the good girls with fire in their bones, who drift into fantasies of being a queen by day and a slut by night. This one’s for you. Burn, girl. Burn.

Some say time is our most valuable commodity, the only thing we can never get back. For me, time is a storm in which I am forever lost.

Dandelion dreams.

I need to fuck the brat out of her more than I need air.

She makes her way to a plush leather chair by a fireplace, pops in her earbuds, and opens her book. And just like that, she’s in another world.

or who wouldn’t mind the theme. Simple. Elegant. Not overdone. A book cake. Cherished pages and quotes throughout. Candlelight. Small and intimate, like a quaint fairy tale. So that, for one day, it was as though I had fallen into the pages of my favorite love story and gotten to touch it.”

Yellow-tinged book pages are strung everywhere by bright green vines with various shades of pink roses across the brick of the building. The whole garden area is aglow with hanging candles and tiny off-white lights, casting the whole space in an intimate honey hue. On a round table, draped in white cloth, is the cake—not a traditional wedding cake, a stacked-book cake with an icing ribbon and classic titles on the spines. A huge white fireplace looms in the center, trimmed with candles, vines, and quotes from so many famous authors. And in the middle of the mantel, there’s a red rose, encased in glass. Beauty and the Beast.