Caught in the Basilisk's Gaze (Monsters of Faery, #4)

by Mallory Dunlin

Vaduin smelled the way romance novels describe men, dark and clean and with an army of pheromones that made my mouth water.

He was a cocky playboy with a deathwish, but he was way hotter than any man had a right to be, and he was mine.

That was pretty impressive. Big slut, indeed.

"Open those lush emerald eyes of yours again. Let me enjoy the spoils of war."

"If you're a ghost, haunt me. Let me hold you when your nightmares leave you screaming. Water the ash with tears and watch the wildflowers bloom with me."

he looked every inch the sort of man fathers despair of their daughters meeting: wicked, carnal, and utterly unrepentant of all his sins.