Ruthless Saints (The Saints, #3)

by Michelle Heard

In no universe can the moon and sun be together. They’re forever destined to be lightyears apart, with empty darkness filling the space between them.

I growl, “You’re playing with fire.” “Mmh… will you kiss the burns better?”

The main guy groans as he begins to climb to his feet. Letting out a squeal as if I’m about to step on a bug, I dart forward and kick him in the crotch. “Please stay down, you idiot.” When I look up, Carson’s looking at me with an incredulous expression on his face, then he says, “That was fucking cute.”

“To the sun who fell in love with the moon and gave him some of her light. Without her, there’s only darkness.”