The Death Club (Dead Men Walking, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

Was there anything worse than an ugly dick? Maybe a cake that had been used as a sex toy, but aside from that I couldn’t think of a damn thing.

Woah he was strong. Like hold-me-down-and-bury-your-dick-in-me strong.

"You're mine now, little psycho,"

"And you can trust me to keep to my word. If I tell ya I won't let you fall then I won't. I'm not promising you the world or lying about my character - I know full well I'm a mean bastard with a violent streak so wild that no one is ever really safe around me. I'm just telling you, I won't let you fall."

“He’s just a big bad wolf with a big sad heart.”

"Hello, Dead Dick, can I make you feel alive today?"