Knotted (Trails of Sin, #1)

by Pam Godwin

“I’m not broken,” she whispers. “You don’t need me to fix you. You need me to sit with you in the sadness.”

It’s impossible to describe the bond we share. We’re too great for words. Too sacred. We’re a feeling that goes beyond starts and stops. We’re stronger than hellos and goodbyes and deeper than beginnings and ends.

I fell in love with him when we were kids, before I understood the language of love. Tonight, I fall harder than ever before. With every kiss, glance, smile, and evocative word, he doesn’t just stitch my heart back together. He welds it to his own.