Tin Queen (Clifton Forge, #6)

by Devney Perry

Emmett smiled. It came easy. It was entirely sexy. And I liked that he could smile. I also liked that one day, I’d be the woman to wipe that fucking smile off his face.

“He told me that a king was nothing without his queen. That the two most important cards in a deck were the ace and the queen. You want the ace up your sleeve. And you need the queen at your back because women fight dirty.”

I closed my eyes and for just a moment, I wasn’t June Johnson. I wasn’t Tucker Talbot’s daughter. Emmett wasn’t my enemy, and this wasn’t all part of some grand scheme to get my revenge. For just a moment, I was a woman who shared a primal attraction with this sexy man. This man who pushed me to shed my inhibitions and be free.

Dad standing beside a sweet, pretty brunette at a high school graduation. The next photo was of their whole family, when the girls—my half sisters—had been younger. They’d probably put it on a Christmas card. Because this was Dad’s real family. Everything else was a lie. Including me.

holy shit

He’d set me free. We’d set each other free. His queen. And my Ace.