Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

there is no harmony with the goddesses slumbering in their eggshell stars.

He may wear the crown, but I was the one who made it gold.

Men ruin all of women’s best laid plans.

I’m a strong woman who’s learning to be independent, dammit.

“Love happens in all kinds of ways. Fast. Slow. In bits and pieces, or immediate. Filled with lust, one-sided longing, a snap realization never noticed before. Deeply. Thoroughly. Love is a whisper we didn’t hear or a sound that drums in our ears and drowns out everything else.”

There comes a point in your life when you have to choose between having regrets and the possibility of making mistakes.