Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

There was just something so pure about the saltwater which felt like it was washing away my sins, though in all fairness I'd need to scrub a lot harder if I expected to remove those from my flesh.

Big girls don't cry and all that jazz. Or maybe broken girls didn't feel. And dead girls didn't hurt.

If the machines rose up and took over the world, I’d officially be naming myself the Vibratornator.