The Irresistible Urge to Fall for Your Enemy (Dearly Beloathed, #1)

by Brigitte Knightley

“These few days have been a pleasant interlude, false as they were.”

Then came the tender apocalypse of his lips on hers.

He held her against him rather possessively for a kiss that meant nothing.

When he had asked her to put the poor bastard out of his misery, he hadn’t been referring to Perfect Aedan. He had been talking about himself.

He and she sat in the moonlight as lover and beloved.

He hadn’t paid attention. He had been stupid—gods, so stupid. He no longer owned his heart.

It hadn’t been love at first sight, but at last sight—gods, at last sight— Far above, the moon hung like a promise.