Their Vicious Darling (Vicious Lost Boys, #3)

by Nikki St. Crowe

And yet we still hunger for permanence and substance, something solid beneath our feet that we can call our own. Something we can belong to. The word love comes to mind. To love and be loved. To cling to something, not because you are afraid, but because you are happy.

Women fascinate me. They are almost always underestimated, which makes them potentially some of the most lethal opponents.

You find what you need when you need it.

And the island gives you what you need when you need it.