To Snap a Silver Stem (Crystal Bloom, #2)

by Sarah A. Parker

Orlaith has no idea what’s about to hit her—a man who knows the sour taste of loss hell bent on twisting fate to his own fucking will.

Truth is, I fell in love with a ghost. Now I’m gone and still ... haunted.

I brush my hand against the cart, then circle, lurking from shadow to shadow, stalking every breath, every bump of her knee or tap of her foot, every pulsing flutter down the side of her neck—devouring her like the monster I am. So fucking selfish.

Little does she know, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Except let her go.

Why is he looking now, when I’ve got everything to hide?

What I regret is letting her believe she doesn’t hold my cold, crippled heart in the palm of her hand. Because she does. She always will.