The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2)

by Kristen Ashley

“I’ll work until I drop to fight for what’s right for my son. I’ll sell my body if I need to, to give him not only what he needs but even just a little bit of what he wants. And I’ll bleed my last drop before I let you fuck him up.

Do not ever, to anyone, for any reason, get into debt, my queens, she’d said, more than once. A kind-hearted soul can be a lender, but a borrower you should never be. Debt is a string. Strings tie you down. And I want my queens to fly free.

But I wish Mom was walking her down the aisle. I wish Mom could put her hand in the hand of a Gamble man. Mix moonlight with motor oil.”

“It’s selfish, but I wish that because I want it after, if you make me yours in front of God and man and woman and Matlock. I want her hand to put mine in yours, wrap our fingers around and I want to stand with you and her and know she’s down with the hand I’m gonna hold on to for the rest of my life.”