Dead of Summer

by A.J. Merlin

“Oh, my god.” The words come out as a whisper as all the warmth drains out of me, into the ground below. “Not quite,” Kayde responds, still with that half-apologetic smile. “And if you’re really good for me, sweetheart, I won’t make you meet him tonight.”

So is he just walking around with an axe? My first thought wouldn’t be OMG, I would think of he’s getting fire wood. And this is why I would not be a final girl.

“I’ve been playing this game for years, and you’re just getting your feet wet in the kiddie pool. Poor, poor Summer. But I can’t feel too badly for you…” With that, he licks a quick, hot stripe up my jaw, and shoves me away from him with a laugh on his lips. “After all, you fucking volunteered.”

How is she going to fall for him? Always curious how authors can make the romance romance in a book like this.

“Why in the world would you agree to play with me without even giving me rules, hmm?” When he doesn’t go on, I realize it’s a real question. He’s actually asking, though it feels like a rhetorical question to me. “Because…” I didn’t think about it is such a bad answer. Kinsley would scream at me if she knew what I’d done, and he’s right. I could’ve—should’ve—put some limitations on this. “Because if I had, if I’d told you what you could or couldn’t do, would you have agreed?” I ask finally, eyes on his. Kayde, for his part, just looks at me. His grip loosens just a touch, until it doesn’t feel so bruising, and the terrifying, manic smile fades to something more…thoughtful. For a few moments, the only sound in the shower house is the water cascading down on both of us, running over his shoulders and down to where our bodies are pressed together. Where I’m trying not to think about.

Is he going to fall for her? In a romantic way not just obsessive kinda way? I mean I know this is a romance but I’m still wondering how this is suppose to play out.

It’s horrifying. It’s intoxicating.

Mhm 😏 lol