Asher Black (The Five Syndicates, #1)

by Parker S. Huntington

As a former foster kid, I’ve seen more than my fair share of crazy. Hell, I was given the sex talk by one of my foster mothers, a self-proclaimed asexual being who had been my foster mother for less than an hour before she proceeded to tell me how to stimulate a frenulum. On top of that, she was actually still a virgin.

I. Stuck. My. Tongue. Out. I’m a twenty year old woman, and I just stuck my tongue out at a mobster. Of course, I did.

With his super ninja skills, he’s probably able to count my heartbeats from a mile away like Edward Cullen or something equally cool and predator-like.

I bask in his look of approval at my awesome memorizing skills. Truthfully, my skills aren’t as good as Asher’s, which I suspect is the result of him having an eidetic memory. Me, on the other hand? I’m a pig. I just never forget anything food related.

“If you’re going to be two-faced, at least make one of them pretty.”

“You still are the big, bad wolf.” “Oh, Lucy.” He sighs. “Never to you. Never to you.”