Connor's Claim (Body Count, #2)

by Jolie Vines

You’re asleep, on his terms, not yours, but you can feel everything. Shiver, little temptress

If this is modern-day dating, maybe I should be the one laying traps and readying the duct tape.”

“He’s dead, and I wipe away my tears on handfuls of his cash while living in his stately home, so who’s laughing now?”

“Spy, detective, stalker, the CEO of all things feral and chaotic. I’ll get business cards made.”

What he’d done to me was the evidence of Connor’s claim, and it changed everything.