Daughter of No Worlds (The War of Lost Hearts, #1)

by Carissa Broadbent

He looked like he put a lot of effort into being extremely handsome and even more effort into not showing it.

It was amazing, the mental somersaults minds and hearts could do to justify their actions in the name of love.

“Max,” I breathed, touching my heart with exaggerated awe, “you think I’m functional?” A dancing smile glinted in his eyes. “I think,” he said, “that you are breathtakingly functional.”

Honestly? I thought he was breathtakingly functional too. He was the most breathtakingly functional thing I had ever seen.

“Men want power because it makes them feel good. Women want power because it lets us do things.

“How did we manage that?” “I know only some of that answer. Some, you will have to explain to me, mysterious snake man.” I chuckled. The vibration of it ached. “Mysterious snake man. You shall now always address me by this title.”

She pulled away, nose tickling mine, eyes smiling. And in that low, erotic voice, she whispered, “Your breath smells very, very bad.” I scowled and blew a puff of air directly into her face, prompting her to let out a giggle that was possibly the most welcome sound I had ever heard. And apparently my breath couldn’t have been all that bad, because she stifled that laugh with another kiss, and another, and another.