Tis the Season for Revenge (Seasons of Revenge, #1)

by Morgan Elizabeth

Fuck that. Fuck that. Fuck him! Because the reality is, he wasn’t enough. And he’s right: I am too much. I am too much for him because he always should have deserved less.

My mom was weak. A man left her, and it destroyed her life. But did she take it out on that man, my father? No. She took it out on Hannah and me and made our lives freaking miserable as children. I am not weak.

Tequila and French fries are okay going down, but the other way?

I was unapologetically me. I was pink and sparkles and rainbows, not because I thought it was who I was supposed to be, but because it was me, and why on earth would I not want to wear me on my sleeve?

marveling at how she’s nearly a foot shorter than me but still somehow fits against me perfectly.

“You are gorgeous. A dream. If you let me, I’d grab my phone, take pictures, jack off to them any night I couldn’t get inside you.”

“Boys might not, baby. But men? Men love to make a woman scream their name while their head is between her legs.”

“A relationship is like the law. It needs balance. If it’s out of balance, if one person sees themselves as less valuable, if another sees themselves as more valuable, the balance isn’t there.” His dark eyes are boring into mine with his words, and any words I could say are stuck in my chest. “You are not less than me. I am not less than you. We are humans who do what we can to help people.”

A man who is kind and caring and understanding and can fuck me into tomorrow? I don’t know what to do with it.

Because Damien Martinez owns my body, and what he tells it to do, it does.

how lonely I’ll be when I’m old or how it’s something I’ll regret. How in four or five years, my “clock” will start ticking like I’m some kind of computer program, and I’ll need to scramble to find someone to agree to give me children graciously.

Realizing that you survived on scraps of affection and convinced yourself it was a whole meal can be the most eye-opening, humbling experience in the world.

It’s like I could be in a paper bag and he’d still offer to buy me ten more in different colors because I look gorgeous in it.

“You’re a damn liar, Abigail Amelia Keller. You want big and you want sparkle and you want extravagance. Not in price, but in love and adoration. And right here, right now, I’m promising to spend the rest of my life giving you that. Say yes and I’ll make you feel loved and cherished and appreciated until my last breath. Say yes and I’ll help you paint the world pink. Say yes and we’ll forever be completely consumed by each other. We’ll be the cool aunt and uncle, and we’ll travel and explore, and you will be mine and mine alone. I am absolutely wild about you. You are my sun and my moon and I will be yours. You completely consume me.”