Cruel Paradise (Beautifully Cruel, #2)

by J.T. Geissinger

“You enjoy annoying me, don’t you?” He shrugs. “Aye. Don’t take it personally. I just like to poke bears.” My tone bone dry, I say, “Lucky me.” “It took Liam about a decade to get used to me, so.”

Before he got his ass kicked out of heaven, the devil was the most beautiful angel of all.

“Whenever you’re ready for that kiss, little thief, I’ll be waiting.”

Fuck Ryan Reynolds. I’m not funny. I’m not charming. I’m definitely not self-deprecating. I’m Killian fucking Black.

“Life is short. You don’t get a do-over. Kiss who you need to kiss, love who you need to love, tell anyone who disrespects you to go fuck themselves. Let your heart lead you where it wants to. Don’t ever make a decision based on fear. In fact, if it scares you, that’s the thing you should run fastest toward, because that’s where real life is. In the scary parts. In the messy parts. In the parts that aren’t so pretty. Dive in and take a swim in all the pain and beauty that life has to offer, so that at the end of it, you don’t have any regrets. “We only come this way once. Our obligation for receiving the miraculous gift of life is to truly, fully live it.”

“I like you the way Newton liked gravity. Once he found it, everything else made sense.”

“I have an idea.” “Oh no.” “Write her a letter.” “I know you can’t see it, but I’m making a face.” “Women love getting letters. It’s a thing for them. It’s even better than flowers or jewelry.”

“You’re impossible.” “If ‘impossible’ is code for ‘amazing,’ I agree.” “It’s not code for amazing. Please kiss me again before you say something that pisses me off.” He chuckles. “I see a lot of kissing in my future.”