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Shit. He can’t be asking me out. I can’t say no to a face that’s practically begging me to sit on it.
“Unless you’re concerned about what you may want to do together in public.”
Listening to her evangelize about my work nearly had me collapsing to my knees before her.
There are few people in this world I tolerate, let alone love.
I’ve learned my lesson. Love breaks you, and I won’t let it break me again.
He touched her. He tried to take what’s mine.
She is mine, to have and to hold, from this day forward. ’Til death do us part. And even in death, I won’t let the universe take her from me.
She’s my muse, no one else’s. And Briar will soon learn that I don’t share.
No other man will touch her. She’s mine. And I will eliminate anyone who comes between us.
“I couldn’t write again until I met you. You are my inspiration, Briar. You are the ink in my pen, the words on my page, the voice in my head, the name tattooed on my heart.”
Saint de Haas is an unhinged stalker. A dangerous man.
“I found your wishlist.” “What wishlist?” she demands, snatching her hand from my grasp but remaining in her seat. A victory. “Your book wishlist.” I smirk when her eyes widen. “Don’t act so surprised. It’s public information.” “So did you buy me a new book then?” Sarcasm drips from her every word. I flash her a wicked grin. “I bought you every book.”
“What have I told you, Briar? You’re my muse. Where you go, I follow. What you need, I give. What you crave, I provide. I am yours to use as you see fit. To fulfill all your desires. And you are my inspiration. You are the pen that writes my words. The body that owns my cock. The laugh that owns my heart. The mind that owns my soul.”
“Give me a kiss, and I’ll write you a chapter. Wrap that pretty mouth around my cock, and I’ll write you a book.”
But maybe he didn’t simply read my favorite book. Maybe he wrote it.
Saint de Haas may or may not be my favorite author, S.T. Nicholson.
“Forbidden love is so romantic.”
Welcome home, muse.
As much as I hate to admit it, the man standing before me is both the worst and the best thing that has ever happened to me.
“I’ve never known hunger until I met you. I have been starved since the day I laid eyes on you, Briar Shea.”
“No one will ever keep me from you, muse. Including you. Even if you broke my legs, I would crawl to you.”
Maybe I have found a saint to worship.
She is more than my muse—she’s my goddess, and I’ll worship at her altar every second she desires.
would die for you. I would kill for you. I would drown in the blood of all the men who would try to hurt you rather than let them lay a single finger on you. I will go to any lengths, use any means necessary, to keep you safe. I’m not your enemy, Briar. I am your greatest ally. Your other half. Nothing bad will happen to you as long as I’m around.
Saint de Haas is in love with me. He knows me. My mind, my body. What I want, what I crave, what I need. The kind of man I didn’t think I would ever find. The kind of man I didn’t think existed.
I’ll be damned to hell for all of eternity if I let a serial killer make me come. So I guess I better learn to love the flames.
“Yes. They may call you Saint, but your tongue is pure evil.”
“If my tongue is evil, then let me help you sin.”
I can’t expect her to realize I’m different overnight. Scaling that wall she’s built around her heart will take time, strength, and patience, but I won’t stop until I do.
will climb any mountain, swim any ocean, overcome any obstacle if it means I get to keep her.
“Are you going to come with me like a good girl, or will I have to chase you?”
“I would never force you to do anything. But I would ask you what it is you’re really afraid of—being hurt by me, or falling in love with me?”
“Let’s go home, muse.”
