Wild Card (Rose Hill, #4)

by Elsie Silver

“Yeah, it’s like when life gives you lemons, don’t be an asshole to the service staff. Or something like that.”

To the outside observer, it would appear that I’m staring at the guy I showed up here with. But they would be wrong. I’m staring at his dad.

for what it’s worth, when doomsday hits, he’s not invited to my bunker. But you are.”

All I know is that the first thing that comes to mind is, If I live, I’m coming after you.

“Almost as impressive as the depth of my daddy issues and the uniform kink my upbringing sent me out into the world with.”

This is your trash can, and we’re just living in it.”

“Gwen, baby, I need you to be quiet. You can scream for me later. But right now, I need you to shut your mouth and take this cock like the good girl I know you can be.”

Because if I’m about to become a raccoon dad, you’d better believe it’s going to be the coolest raccoon that anybody’s ever known.

“You’re my limes, Bash. I’m the tequila. You and me? We’re gonna spend the rest of our lives making margaritas, okay?”