Untamed Vixen (Sinners and Angels, #2)

by Tessa James

And that’s all it takes, ladies and gentlemen. Three fucking words to confirm consent. If this brutal as fuck man can do it, when I’m practically begging to be fucked, any man can.

Clearly, he’s still gorgeous. With that surfer boy long shaggy blonde hair and stupidly blue eyes. His features are more defined, obviously, given all the time that’s passed.

Ladies, if you want a boyfriend, act like you don’t. Then they won’t leave you alone.

Girls are psycho, me included, but throw us in a confined space with too much booze running through our veins and a full bladder, and we’ll be sharing stories and braiding one another’s hair in minutes, ganging up on some guy Chad who wronged Elizabeth over in the third stall.

I exit my stall, giving another female the opportunity to tinkle.

Seeing her is somehow more important than my continued existence. A feeling I’ve never had about a woman in all thirty-two years of my life, which only makes me chase the high that much more.

My hand itching toward the gun at my waist, ready to end the life of whoever laid a finger on her. My soul is pulled to her, begging to wrap around and protect her from any other threats. To nurture and care for her while she heals from this terrible attack.

AKA, slit every throat around town until someone confesses to hurting our girl.

drawing a gun from who the fuck knows where.

People fear me because I am pure evil. People underestimate Hayes because he chooses it.

People misjudge Bryant because he looks it. The three of us combined, a deadly force not many dare to fuck with.

June was an angel but with tattered wings and a devilish grin, a darkness matching mine I couldn’t stay away from.

“Your safety is our main concern.”

It’s not like you can go around telling everyone you’re in a dangerous and hella illegal line of work.

I’m not at all surprised. Leave it to these three to know their way around a piece of meat.

The moment she was stripped from me, it felt like my heart was ripped from my chest.

“Protection comes at a cost. These men you killed, there are more of them. And they will come after you and anyone you care for. You may have concluded your murder tour here today, boy, but the implications will follow. If you leave this building alone, they will find you. If you hide, they will seek. Anyone you contact, they will pursue. Every step you take will be a trail of death lingering in your wake. Unless of course, there is a force that prevents that.

She thinks I abandoned her. That I willingly let her go. Yet, leaving her behind was the single hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

I will continue on my mission to do everything I can to save her from this life that has consumed me, even if that means an ocean of bloodshed.

“Yes, J. You’re a masterpiece.”

all of which I have romantic feelings for in one way or another. Past and present.

“Um, yes way. It’s called reverse harem, google it. Seriously. Best smut money can buy. Any genre, too. You want some alien love? They’ve got it. Vampires? Yep. How about a little werewolf action? It’s there. Obviously, there’s biker gangs and mafia, too.”

two old lovers finally reunited at last.

“You are not to flirt with another man in this bar. Do you hear me?”

I had accepted my fate of meaningless one-night stands and surface-level conversation. I never saw her coming, and somehow the first time I laid my eyes on her, it was like the heavens opened and quite literally dropped an angel into my life. A beautifully broken one. She is no damsel in distress. No. June is a walking enigma of beauty and strength and a dark femininity that only she could exude. She’s been hardened by her past. She’s guarded. She’s smart. She’s dangerous. She took everything that ever hurt her and molded herself into the most badass woman I've ever known. She strolls head-on into danger

“Of course, princess.” “I’m going to kick your ass.” June chuckles gently, the tenseness in her shoulders leaving momentarily. “Don’t tease me with a good time.”

She isn’t fragile like a flower or a butterfly, no, June is fragile like a bomb. Explosive. Powerful. Capable of destroying anything she sets her sights on.

Magnus grins. “I think what he’s trying to say is that we’re all in love with you.” My mouth drops open, my heart sputtering more than it did when I sliced that man’s throat from ear to ear. “Um, what?” “Bryant, what the fuck?”

“Did you want to come back?” Coen sighs, reaching up and brushing my hair off my face. “More than anything in the world.”

“It’s you, June. It’s always been you.”

“I’m teasing you. It’s fucking gorgeous, are you kidding? Gimme.”

I’m being stared at by potentially murderous strangers, what more could a girl ask for?

What the fuck did I miss when I was busy almost dying?

my men,

Simon reaches forward cautiously and pats my hand. “I’ll wait…forever if I have to.”

Oh hey, bestie, my bad for not answering when you reached out, I was just hanging out with a bunch of criminals at this semisecret event where the fate of their illegal organization was decided by a group of old ladies who have entirely too much money. Plus, the whole, me commandeering a dagger and almost killing a man, then being shot and nearly dying in said man’s arms while one of the men I’m in love with went on a murderous rampage to avenge me. No big deal. I have a gunshot wound to the chest and I have no idea how long recovery will be, let alone how expensive my hospital bill will add up to, but I’m totally fine, how are you?

“She’s up.” “Get out of my way.” Coen shoves past him,

I nearly died for them, and I would do it all again in a heartbeat if they ever needed me to.

my three men

“I have a better chance with him than you do.” I blink at him, not fully processing the angle he’s playing. “He’s…gay?” Cora leaves her question hanging in the air. Magnus nods. “Yep. Super gay. The dude loves dick.”

I’m romantically involved with three ruthless men who claim me as their queen.

My men