Strung Along (Cherry Peak, #1)

by Hannah Cowan

A scream rises up my throat when my door is pulled open and I’m hauled out of the car as if I weigh nothing. The heat radiating from the hard body behind mine nearly makes me purr, and I think I hate myself a little for that, considering I’m probably being kidnapped.

Lmao

I’m so fucked.

I love it when they admit this

“I’ve never been one to believe in any sort of afterlife. No God and pearly gates. But hell if I’m not considerin’ it now.” He swallows, staring straight at me. “’Cause there’s no fuckin’ way my daughter didn’t send you here to be with her boy.”