Skeletons of Society (Toxic Paradise, #1)

by Marie Maravilla

Shower margaritas were Santa Muerte’s gift to earth, and I needed mine tonight. Because Anthony managed not only to ruin my shirt, but leave blood and brain matter in my hair, making me go through my whole hair washing routine. And I would rather do a million other things than washing and drying my hair.

“What the fuck did they do to Nikki?” he asked, his voice harsh.

Mercury had to be in retrograde. Or whatever the fuck Nikki called it when she blamed the planet for life’s fuck-ups.

“I want to fuck you, Ryan. To absolutely destroy you, put you back together, and do it all over again.”

“I want to own every part of you. But I want it all, Ryan. If you give yourself over to me, you will be mine. Understood?”

“Such a good fucking girl for me, huh?”

“She’s a wizard, Harry.”

Hernandez, I trust that Agent McGregor has filled you in on the nature of his assignment,”

“Oh, Gunner filled me all right,”