Elf on the Edge (The Wynter Brothers #3)

by Alina Jacobs

“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.”

SO harsh--but not wrong....

“Why do you care?” I whimper. “You don’t like me.” “Don’t like you? Gumdrop, I’m fucking obsessed with you.” The kiss is crushing, possessive. I’m drunk on the whiskey taste of him. It’s like being wrapped in the embrace of death—sweet, soul stealing. People sell their souls for kisses like this. I cling to him as his tongue steals my mouth, licking at me. Huge hands grasp my ass, crushing my hip bones like he wants me to crawl into the warmth of him. “Why are you…” I pant as he presses hotter kisses along my neck, my chin, my nose, nips my lip again, fists his hand in my hair, yanks my head back so he can take my mouth. “I’m done,” he says between the heavy kisses, “waiting for you to see how bad he is for you.” “You’re bad for me too.” “No, Gumdrop, I’m going to be so fucking good to you.”

OK--WTH just happened here? This was a shocker and do we trust this yet?

This must be what it’s like to be in a normal, emotionally stable family. No one’s comparing kill counts or how morally gray their last job was or getting drunk and dredging up old grudges from childhood and beating the shit out of each other. It’s intoxicating. It’s something new. I’m Jack Skellington when he crash-lands in Christmas town.

LOL--I really don't understand Talbot at all.

“Take me back. I want to be your real boyfriend. I could say I want to be your Nutcracker Prince, but I’m probably more of the Rat King. But rats have lots of babies, and I can totally do that. We’ll name them after all the reindeer then act offended when people call us out on it.”

LOL--What??