The Sweetest Oblivion (Made, #1)

by Danielle Lori

I was sure Nicolas Russo’s gentleman act was nothing but smoke and mirrors.

“I said I’ll never hurt you, Elena, but if I find out you’ve touched another man, there is nothing in this world that could save him.”

But as soon as I looked at him, the resentment faded into a different kind of ache. When had he become so handsome it hurt? I fought not to rub at the pang in my chest.

And I had a bad, bad feeling that if this girl used the word please, I would give her anything she wanted.

I would make this girl want me, need me, love me, because fuck if I was going it alone.

Whiskey and flame. Sleepless nights. Tattooed skin, white t-shirts, and rough hands. Love and lust and happiness. He was everything.