Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

I yelled loud enough to startle a couple of seagulls who had been fighting in the sand...oh wait, they were fucking actually and looking rather scandalised at the interruption, but that wasn’t the point.

Lmao rude of you.

Rogue Easton hadn't just gotten hot in the last ten years. She'd gotten fucking third-degree burns scalding.

Ten men found dead with their dicks cut off because Fox Harlequin had blue balls.

Men are so dramatic.

"Then I'll book a church and have you pinned beneath me in a white dress by the weekend."

That was hot ngl.

“I’ve got the clap.” I’ve. Got. The. Clap.

Boy your game train got severely derailed.

I kissed her slow and deep and her tongue moved with mine, tasting of sea salt and my future wife.