On One Condition (S.I.N. #2)

by K. Bromberg

Asher. My lavender girl.

Her face is a mask of fury, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I know from here on out, every time I smell roses, I’ll also smell her.

She’s fucking perfection.

“Don’t get quiet on me now. Don’t run away.” “I’m here.”

“You are Asher Wells, my lavender girl, and maker of her own destiny.”

“Why are you trying to help me, Tootie Tootie Bo Footie?” Her grin is ear to ear from the nickname.

“A way to a woman’s heart is through her books. That’s for darn sure.”

“You let me join the mile-high club.” “Deal. Check, please. Done. Where do I sign up?”