When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

He’s fire and brimstone. I’m shattered ice. Our collision is steam and destruction, destined to dissipate, but I’ll gladly burn beneath him until the world comes crumbling down.

“Raeve, you could flay me down the middle and I’d still fucking love you.”

But my hope is a flame that’ll never blow out. Not when it comes to her. She could sink me to the bottom of the Loff, and it’d still burn like a sun.