All I Want for Christmas Is Revenge (Murder and Mistletoe, #1)

by K.A. Merikan

“I don’t know what it is about Christmas time, but it always makes loneliness feel more pronounced. People go pick trees together, drink hot chocolate in cafes, and frantically buy last-minute gifts. The irony, right? All this money I saved up over the years, and no one to buy a present for.”

Obviously, had I known he’d lost his whole family during a home invasion and house fire, I wouldn’t have let myself in, I’m not a psycho. I could hardly believe it when he shot at me through the door. The excitement of finding out he had the guts to do that was a close second to seeing him naked. So much passion lay dormant in that compact body raked with scars, and I now long to unearth it all. So. Damn. Much.

Because now I’m determined to make him mine, and I will grant him the kind of revenge he’s never even dreamed of. But my prey is skittish and needs to become acquainted with me first. By the time we develop enough trust for me to reveal my true self, he will be ready to accept me as I am. He doesn’t need to know that he’s mine already.

he makes me feel an urgency that tingles in my gums and makes me want to close my fingers around his neck. Gently. But firmly, so he knows who he belongs to.

“If you just give me some time…” I whisper pressing into him, helpless against my fears. “Oh, God, I want you so much.” I can hardly believe I said that out loud, but it feels so natural to be honest about it.

A head. He’s got a fucking human head in a bag and he’s showing it off like a cat bringing me a dead mouse.

“I want an apprentice. And a partner. And since I know we are a good match, I offer to give you your revenge if you agree to be mine.”

“I want a partner who won’t leave.” ‘Whatever I do’ seems to be the rest of that sentence. “I want access to you, be it for a cuddle, or to fuck your brains out.”