Her Saint (Saint and Sinner Duet, #1)

by Harmony West

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.

“But why the hell did you suggest tacos? I thought your goal was to get laid.” “Because if he turns out to be a total dud, at least I’ll get tacos out of it. And if I shit myself while we’re fucking, I never have to see him again.”

“Briar! The date.” “Right.” I swallow, take a calming breath, and spit it out. “Um, he actually . . . died.” “Oh my god!” Mack shouts. “You fucked him to death?”

Any creep could be out here listening. She’s lucky I’m the only one out here.

“Oh my god! You will not believe what happened to me today. So remember how I said I had a bad feeling the bookstore was going to fire me? Well, they did⁠—” “Those assholes!” “So I was crying into my Starbucks while browsing for romance books⁠—” “As one does.” “And this insanely attractive man asked if I was okay. And of course, I blubbered to him about how I was buying comfort books I can’t afford after getting fired and he offered to pay for my books!” My eyes practically bug out of my head. “Oh my god. I hope you immediately eloped.”

“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.”

“No one will ever keep me from you, muse. Including you. Even if you broke my legs, I would crawl to you.”