I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend (Accidents Happen, #1)

by Jessica Cage

“He left his booty juice in my car!”

Whyyy is this the first line??? 😂

“Booty juice? What the hell is booty juice? Is that a new drug or some shit?” “No! It’s little drippings from the crack of his dirty ass!”

😭

The idea of making new friendships as an adult sounded as appealing as detangling my hair with a fine-toothed comb.

“Light of the moon, heat of the flame, bring me the one whose soul knows my name,”

“You called?” the deep voice spoke from the corner where the apparent intruder stood. “Oh, hell no!” I bolted for the door, titties flopping with each step.

“Do not praise God when looking at my dick,” he ordered. “Oh, my… devil?” I frowned and forced my eyes away from his member to look up at him. “Whoever is responsible, they did a good job.”

People pleasing only hurts the one doing the pleasing.

“Authors are studious creatures. The best ones really do their research.

One thing I’d learned in my thirty-something years was to listen to my damn instincts.

Never would I talk about the crazy white girl in the horror movies who just had to stop and stare. Curiosity craned my neck back toward the scene.

LMAO

“I’m not delusional. I’m darkness, and if you’re not careful, I’ll devour you.”

“Well, slavery was a thing. My family lost all knowledge of where we’re from.

It was okay to be lost in the newness of it all.

“Rayna, you’re in a world you don’t understand with beings who have abilities unlike anything you can fathom. You must be more careful.”

“Could you not smell his breath? It damn near knocked me over.” He waved his hand in front of his nose. “Almost passed out when I talked to him.”

Meticeeee 😂😂😂

“How is it that someone who is so impressive, someone with so much life under your belt, deals with such ridiculous men?”

I don't know who needs to hear this but, he said what he said.

I’m a black woman in the world that tells me every damn day that no matter how impressive I am, I’m unwanted. If I step outside of my race, I’m a traitor to my people. But then I’m finding more and more often that the black men, the men who should want me, who should uplift me, don’t. Not the way I am. They’re stuck on having women be submissive, but they give us nothing to submit to.

I know there are men out there who still want love and appreciate a good woman. I know there are men who aren’t threatened by their partner’s success. It’s just harder to find them. Just gotta dig through the muck of men fighting to hold on to a relationship type that no longer has a place in our world.”

“I’m your soulmate. You can’t keep the secret forever.”

How far can a relationship go when you’re not from my world and I’m not from yours?”

“You’re mine, and I want to take my time with what’s mine. I want to savor you, learn you, be everything you need me to be. Please, let me take my time with you.”