Buckled (Trails of Sin, #2)

by Pam Godwin

A man cannot be good unless he possesses the capacity to be evil. Decency is a choice. It’s being tempted by hatred and following a different path no matter how difficult. It’s looking inward with a magnifying glass and acknowledging the flaws and weaknesses in one’s character.

We don’t just love. We love hard, with every bone, sinew, and breath in our bodies.

The grin he unleashes has the power to melt panties within a ten-mile radius.

“She’s not one of your buckle bunnies.”

She’s going to fall in love with you. That’s not the danger here. It’s me. I’m slipping, and I fucking know it. I need to pull back. I don’t even know her.

A hard fuck, a vanilla tumble, a red welt, a tender kiss—I love her in all the colors and levels of intensity, and she lets me. I’m a lucky son of a bitch.