Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)

by Penelope Douglas

Because contrary to whatever she thought, this shit wasn’t ending when the lights came up.

I was the temperamental one. He was the lover.

groaned at my touch and helped pull down his pants enough for me to pull him out. God, he felt so good, and my head

“I’m wild crazy for you, and I’m sure I’ll kill you at some point, but . . . God, I love you so much, and I want you to marry me.”

“I loved you last night,” I told him. “And I loved you this morning. I’ll still be here. I’ll still be me tomorrow and every day after.”

“I’m marrying little Rika Fane, motherfuckers!”

“Omega