Storm (Ashes & Embers, #1)

by Carian Cole

“Relax, little one. I’m not going to touch you or hurt you. But I will be the ghost that always haunts you.”

Michael looks so . . . ordinary to me all of a sudden, with his short brown hair spiked a little in the front, and light baby blue eyes. He’s about five-eight with an average body.

💀💀💀

My heart swoons. A rock star just gave my cat a toy. Seriously, what could be cuter?

“All right, but I have some rules. No more touching or inappropriate behavior. Okay? I have a boyfriend, and you need to respect that. I’m not a slut, and I don’t like you trying to turn me into one.” He looks visibly insulted. “Evelyn, I would never, ever want you to be a slut. Unless you’re my slut.”

I want to fuck you stupid and watch you come undone and then fuck you back together again.”

I would rather ram a pitchfork up my ass than spend Christmas alone with his family. I will sit here by myself and watch Halo as he plays with the ribbons on the wrapped presents and attempts to knock the tree over. I may even let him, just for the sheer entertainment of it. And cleaning it up will give me something to do.

Sad, to funny, to sad again.

“I’m glad you guys could make it. You gonna introduce me to your friends, baby?”

I'M SCREAMING

What I want, what I fantasize about with you . . . is you being my sweet angel during the day and my whore at night.