To Bleed a Crystal Bloom (Crystal Bloom, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

Light will bloom from sky and soil, Skin tarnished by the brand of death …

Because lies are pretty little masks we place on our words to tint the truth into something palatable.

“Mates, Orlaith, are a fairy tale. A tragedy painted with the pretty face of a happily ever after, but at its core, it’s still a fucking tragedy. If you believe everything you read, you’ll be disappointed when you finally step into the real world.”

Because I deserve gentle. I deserve gentle when this man is so boldly destroying me.

I’m in love with a man who’ll never be mine—who’s unavailable in every way, shape, and form—and I’m certain it’s going to ruin me.

Perhaps I’m cursed to be surrounded by intense men who make very little sense.

Same

“Then what is it?” he asks into the crook of my neck. “Gift me all your problems, Treasure. I’ll toss them in my trash trove.”