Dangerous Little Secrets (Saint View High, #2)

by Elle Thorpe

It was like opening the doorway to Heaven. With the crown prince of Hell standing in the way.

I stared at him for a long moment, then held my hand out. “Give me your keys.” He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? You want to go sit in the car?” “No, I want them because you’re a cocky son of a bitch. And if that guy kills you, I still want to be able to get home tonight.”

Because your uncle isn’t who you think he is. Because you’re not. Because I’m not. Because everything you think you know is a lie.

His kisses were everything. The sun and the moon and the stars, all rolled into one fiery ball of heaven. Or maybe of hell. I had no idea. But it felt wicked. Kissing him in this way would send me straight to the Devil’s court.

“You sure your parents weren’t hippies? You’ve got a very ‘free love’ sorta attitude.”

I was so not straight. Someone needed to pass me a bisexual label and I’d wear the fucking thing with pride.

“Notice I said you could have the pool house? Perhaps if the three of you want to have sleepovers in the future, it could be out there? Where I can’t hear you?”

That was always the way with the two of us. I gave her shit. She gave me hell.

If this was all we had, if I went back home and cops had my house surrounded, then this would be enough. This one night with the girl who had owned my heart for as long as I could remember.

“Dance with me, Lacey. I want to show every person in this room you’re mine. You get that?”