Romancing the Rake (Brotherhood of the Black Tartan #2)

by Nichole Van

He had gone and done it. He was thinking of her in possessive pronouns. Words like his and mine and us. A man was done for when a woman started to alter his very grammar.

“My hate, all that bitterness and anger . . . it was only hurting me. All that energy, all that animosity, had nowhere to go, and so it was eating me alive from the inside out.”