Leather & Lark (Ruinous Love, #2)

by Brynne Weaver

“If I ripped that tape off your mouth, you’d probably tell me you’re oh-so-very-sorry about fucking Savannah in our bed while I was away, wouldn’t you?”

Just like in nature, the prettiest things are often the most poisonous.

Never. Again. It might not make for a pretty vow, but I do my best to make the execution of my promise fucking spectacular.

There’s power in finding secrets and blowing them up in a beautiful, bright light.