Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

There were two golden rules their mother had taught them about roaming New Orleans after dark: the first was that if the dark looks at you, you never look back. That was a surefire way to be caught by a Devil.

The second rule was that if you did break the first, never ever make any deals with a Devil. Not unless you wanted to lose your soul.

She buried her face into the crook of his throat. “You came.” “You called,” he answered.

The kiss, the utter earnestness of it, knocked all the air from her lungs. She didn’t know if his ardor was real or if he was just an incredible actor, but she didn’t care. Never had she felt something so raw before.

“I want to know everything. I want to see all the darkest corners of your mind.” He tilted his face up to whisper his next words right into her ear. “I want to taste your sins.”

The expression on his face as he stood there, peering down at her, was one of sincere awe. “You’re…”—he rubbed a hand over his mouth in wonder—“stunning. Angelic.”

My dream date

“God,” she exclaimed at the sight. Blackwell smirked. “I could get used to that name, I suppose.”