Under an Endless Moon (Moonlit Ridge, #2)

by A.L. Jackson

“Never have seen anything more gorgeous than this, Raven. Looking up at you. Lit up by the moon. Stealin’ my breath. Fuckin’ with my head.”

“Nah, Moonflower. You are the epitome of strength. I just don’t think the rest of us really know what that means.”

There was no forgetting Raven Tayte because no matter how painful it was, this woman was carved on my heart and written in my soul.

“You are the first thought I have when I open my eyes in the morning and the last one before I go to sleep. You are the thunder in my veins and the chaos in my spirit. You are everything I want and the one thing I’m not supposed to have.”

“What I feel for you is endless, Raven Tayte. So, you want me to tell you exactly what that means?” My hand fisted against the center of my chest. “It means I’m so fuckin’ in love with you, so fuckin’ gone for you, that there’s no chance my world could spin right without you in it. So fuckin’ in love with you that I feel like I’m ripping apart every time I look at you. You are my heart, and that’s the truth.”

“You’re mine, Raven. Always have been.”

“Nah, baby, I’m just the lucky bastard who somehow is fortunate enough to get someone like you to look at me the way you do.”