Grave Obsession (The Grave Series Book 1)

by Maren Riley

I don’t know what’s happening but this clumsy fool has my heart in a chokehold.

When he was done, I tied him up and force fed him his own eyeballs for even looking at what’s mine.

Soon I’ll reveal my shrivelled up blackened heart, and hopefully she will realize that it beats only for her.

I want the good and the bad, the ‘in sickness and in health’ shit they spew at the altar. Until death do we part? Absolutely.

I’m a woman possessed, but I don’t care. I would gladly condemn myself to hell to have this moment with him.

She has three books in her cart, is that where she’s been all this time? In the book aisle? I should have known.

“Mallory, this is a sex book!” I whisper-shout, stuffing down the need to laugh and forcing myself to keep a straight face.

His eyes are menacing, bottomless pools of cerulean that want to pull me under and drown me. His thin, dirty blonde hair is wet and plastered to his skin. Every part of my brain is telling me to flee, this man is dangerous.

“Run,” he speaks, cool, calm and collected. “Because when I catch you, I’m going to fuck you so hard there won’t be a shred of doubt left in that pretty little head of yours about who you belong to.”

An evil little smirk pulls at her lips and she taps her finger on the window. “Little pig, little pig, let me in,” she taunts.