All Superheroes Need PR (Supers in the City, #1)

by Elizabeth Stephens

“So, deal?” I hold out my hand. He glares at it. “Five years.” I blink in shock. “Two,” I repeat. “Ten.” “Three.” “Fifteen.” My jaw drops. “Four.” “Fine.” He grabs my hand, then pulls me to my feet so roughly, I tumble against his naked body. I cook from the inside out as he ducks his head, lips moving within striking distance of mine as he says in a low voice that tastes like smoke and chimes with victory. “Then get a room ready for me. I’m moving in with my girlfriend tomorrow.”

I’ve spent my entire life—that of it that I can remember, anyway—bored and unable to escape the feeling that I’m waiting for something . . . I think I might have found it. And I’m not letting her go until I’m sure. They call me hero now, but I’m a bad fucking dude. I want to kidnap her. If she hadn’t agreed to let me move in with her, I might have had to.

“Thank you, Roland.” I feel the fabric of my being shift. And that’s it. It’s decided. She’s mine.