The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2)

by Kristen Ashley

Tobias will find a spitfire who challenges him and drives him insane, and they’ll go off and tear through the world, running with the bulls in Pamplona or uncovering hidden treasures in Egypt

And even though I hoped I was good at hiding my feelings for Toby from Toby, women sniffed that kind of shit out faster than snot.

Give them time and a situation that was not extreme—like both of them wanting to go there for seven months, nursing a slow burn, they blew on it, and it became an inferno—it was likely to take the phenomenal of what they’d just done to fucking cosmic.

don’t care about home décor,” I declared. “It has to be functional, not ugly, and easy to mix and match.” “How much do you give a shit that I don’t give a shit about any of this shit you’re saying to me right now?” Toby asked.

But after he did, he said, “Thanks for comin’ over to my house and verbally handing me my ass today, baby.” “Thanks for tapping my ass after I did that, baby.” There was a smile in his smooth, deep voice when he replied, “Shut up and go to sleep.” “You shut up and go to sleep.” “Okay,” he muttered, kissed the top of my head and again settled in.