Wild Side (Rose Hill, #3)

by Elsie Silver

Tabitha, sister of my new tenant, is hot, looks like she thinks I might have bodies buried in my basement, and has a mean handshake. Strangely, I’m into it.

I wonder the same things I do when Milo watches Paw Patrol. How the hell does a child own and operate an excavator, and where the fuck are his parents?

I promise myself to never let Rhys go hungry again.

Because there’s nothing polite about the things I want to do to Tabitha Garrison. Even just knowing she’s walking around with my ring on her finger makes me hard.

“Her name is Tabitha, not that you need to know. Because you? You’re going to keep my wife’s name out of your fucking mouth.”

Does love start off as obsession? Because that’s what I am. Obsessed with my wife.

“Well, I can tell you that sometimes saying the first thing to pop into your head backfires spectacularly.”

He’s a shy boy at heart. It’s part of his charm. It’s part of what makes his filthy mouth in bed hot as hell too.