Lights Out (Into Darkness, #1)

by Navessa Allen

She’d popped up from behind the bar not long after he opened fire, hit him with a baseball bat, and kept hitting him until his head looked like a pulped pumpkin.

Men were idiots. That was the only explanation.

My evil plan was working. Step one: get Aly to drop her guard. Step two: fuck her on this couch.

LMAO

“I know. Because on the one hand, ow. On the other, you could never get rid of them.” She raised her voice to a much higher register, sounding like a munchkin. “Nooo. Don’t flush us, Josh. We’re aliiive.”

What the hell!?

And when he smiled and those dimples appeared? It triggered ovulation. You couldn’t convince me otherwise. Not after the way I stood there staring at him while my ovaries donned their warpaint and started metaphorically chucking eggs at the man.

Oh my goodness

A calmness had taken hold of me, shredding my lingering worry that I would turn out like my father.

The feelings I had toward Aly had nothing to do with violence or pain, and memories of the man who bore me didn’t belong in that room with us, tarnishing what we were about to experience. I’d shoved them from my mind once and for all as I approached the bed, trusting myself to wrap my hand around Aly’s delicate throat without worrying that I would go too far or squeeze too hard.

Bruh is always going on and on about his daddy

Sure, he drove me up a wall half the time and couldn’t cook for shit – the bacon was still raw in the middle, and I stopped eating the eggs after picking the third piece of shell out of my mouth – but no man was perfect.

At least get a dude who can cook.

I’m only willing to allow you a few days. After that, I’m coming for you, baby, whether you’re ready or not. And until then, I’ll be watching.

Movement caught the corner of my eye. I dodged sideways and whipped around to face Brad, who’d just tried to grab me. A smile split his face, the charm slipping away as something cold and serpentine took its place. Damn it. I’d finally given him the reaction he wanted. “So jumpy,” he said. “You must be afraid.” From the way his dick was starting to tent up his pants, he was thrilled about the possibility. Unfortunately for him, my fear had been subverted by rage. I was so mad that I felt oddly calm as I cocked my head sideways and dropped my eyes straight to his lap. “Afraid?” I said. “Of some shrimp-dicked spoiled brat?” I lifted my gaze back to his, knowing he would see my fury, my anticipation. “Go ahead. Try to grab me again.” I stepped close to him for the first time all night, catching the smell of stale alcohol wafting off his breath. God, I hoped he’d do it. If he touched me first, I could say I was defending myself. “I’d love to see how a coward like you holds up against a fully conscious woman.”

Guy is such a creep. Good for Aly sticking up to him.

“Help! Help! This nurse just threatened me!”

What the fuck!?

Fred came running right up to me, his tail held high and mouth wide open as he sang me the song of his people.

Lol

“How’s this?” I asked a purring Fred, dropping my voice as low as I comfortably could. “I am Batman.”

OMG

I especially didn’t love the idea of frying more bacon. It brought up memories of when Dad got an ingenious idea for how to dispose of his latest victim during a now infamous Fourth of July neighborhood cookout. I’d been vegan since, and even now, almost twenty years later, the smell of sizzling meat still made me want to puke.

So sad!!!

– sweet in the streets and mean in the sheets.

Lol

“Are you saying that the couple who commits homicide together, stays together?” He snorted. “Too wordy. I prefer the couple who slays together, stays together.”

“Aly? Do you want to be my girlfriend? The position comes with snacks and orgasms and maybe a little light stalking.”

Lol