Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

Fuck Shawn. I hoped he got eaten by a fucking alligator. Or a bear. Or a really hungry rat.

“You look edible, Casandra.” Like an over-cooked lasagne made by a blind hobo.

Damn beautiful ghost tits. She is not getting in my head.

"He went to prison for what I did?" she gasped, her wide eyes telling me this definitely was news to her.

"You and me have been written in the stars for a long fucking time, Rogue. I know you used to feel it too. We're inevitable. Always have been, always will be."

“I once saw a colony of ants carrying a whole corndog. A whole corndog, Maverick.” “What’s your point?” I rounded on her, my eyes narrowing. She shrugged. “It’s just a lot of corndog to carry for all those tiny ants.”