How to Belong with a Billionaire (Arden St. Ives #3)

by Alexis Hall

And Dave, the guitarist, was, as ever, just there, looking as if he’d blundered into Ellery’s life by mistake and couldn’t think of a way to politely excuse himself.

My absolute favorite sentence Alexis has ever written, hands down. Because reasons.

But it was winter in the garden of my fucks right now.

*incoherent seal noises*