Sinful Like Us (Like Us, #5)

by Krista Ritchie

“We’re still kerosene.” Flammable. Combustible. I smile. “Sounds disastrously right.”

And Charlie—everyone thinks he has no soul but his is just the darkest, deepest of them all.

Aunt Daisy has taught me to use my voice, even if the world says stay quiet. Aunt Lily has taught me fierce courage, even on days when you feel lesser than. And Rose Calloway Cobalt, my mom—she’s taught me how to walk into a room full of men and never back down.

Silence. It eats around us. Painfully, uncomfortably. She’s the only person who could make me despise the quiet. Before her, it never really bothered me. I craved it. Pined for it. Now silence is too loud, too blistering, and I’m begging for her voice to deaden it.

Sempre toujours.”