Grimstone (Grimstone, #1)

by Sophie Lark

“I bet his favorite person is Ted Bundy.” “Then start stabbin’—‘cause we need to stay in his good graces.”

I love how intent she is on appearing strong and composed, while it’s obvious she’s completely fucked up inside. Takes one to know one, baby.

Hands are my kink—they show everything about a man’s competence. The way they move, the way they touch….a well-shaped hand resting on a steering wheel or shifting gears…I could come just thinking about it.

The people who grow here aren’t good people.” “Including you?” “Especially me.”

“You okay to swing a hammer after that drink? I don’t want to have to stitch the other leg.” That’s a lie—I’ll happily put my hands on any part of her.

She tries so hard to project strength, but she shakes like a baby bunny the moment I get close.

“I love you,” I say to Remi. Her mouth opens in shock. “I love your work drive and your stubbornness. I love how you understand me and how hard you work to understand yourself. I love that you’re brave, and you’re bold, and you want the truth…”