Haunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #1)

by H.D. Carlton

Let the asshole get murdered wearing a single sock.

Forced to sign a book that probably has boogers all over it.

All I want to do is break her. Shatter her into pieces. And then arrange those pieces to fit against my own. I don’t care if they don’t fit—I’ll fucking make them.

I’ve just found myself a little mouse, and I won’t stop until I’ve trapped her.

They may have made that rose powerless by clipping its thorns, but I will gladly show them a rose is still fucking deadly when it’s shoved down their throat.

My hunt isn’t over yet. I have to play with my little mouse now.

Whatever ghosts haunt these walls are no longer relevant, not when there’s something much more dangerous haunting the grounds.

UNKNOWN: You didn’t like my flowers?

God? Me again. We really need to talk about your life decisions when you made me.

He didn’t even try to hide.

“Cat got your tongue, little mouse?”

Nor could I ever confess the new meaning my stalker gave to finger-banging.

I’m going to make her fall in love with every single fucked up part of me.

When you make someone fall in love with the darkest parts of you, there’s nothing you can do that will scare them away.

They will be yours forever because they already love all the fucked up bits and pieces of you.

I fucking love gouda cheese, goddammit.

He scares the fuck out of me. But just like watching a horror flick, it thrills me too.

I fucking love it when she runs.

It’s only when his hand rises towards my face that I notice the single red rose in his hand. He slips the flower behind my curls, biting back a smile as he does.

God, the way he’s looking at me should be fucking illegal.

want to slap him. But the asshole would probably like it, and then turn around and slap me back. And my dumbass self would probably like it, too.

“Run,” he growls. My lungs constrict at the guttural command. “If I catch you, I fuck you.”

“Baby, you rule the fucking kingdom, and I will gladly bow to you.”

“I don’t care if we're reincarnated or not. Here and now, this is fucking real. And in this lifetime, you are mine.”

I don't care what anyone says. Alcohol tastes like shit when it's not mixed with something. I will die on that hill.

An angel and a demon. Forbidden but drawn to each other anyways.

“Let me know which stars you prefer. The ones above you, or the ones I make you see.”