Elf on the Edge (The Wynter Brothers #3)

by Alina Jacobs

“She already paid,” Elsa argues, “and she knew the passwords in the correct combination: she needs her chestnut roasted, to get lit like a Christmas tree, and to ride the Nutcracker’s candy cane off to the Land of Snow.”

“I say this with all the love and kindness that I don’t hold in my heart for you, but Austen doesn’t love you. He doesn’t like you. He doesn’t want to marry you or move in with you, and probably at this point doesn’t even want to fuck you. And trust me, it’s not him, it’s definitely you. No man in their right mind would fall in love with you. Desperate and crazy just oozes out of you.”

“If a woman waits around on a man to grow a pair of balls and commit, her uterus will dry up and turn to dust. Women are the hunters.” She slams her fist on the table. “Stalk him through the Serengeti, tie him up and drag him home, and ride that dick into the sunset.”