Fallen Feather (The Forgotten Angel, #2)

by Merri Bright

Why, oh why had I read so many age gap romances? That had to be the reason I kept thinking these hot-as-fudge geezers would want to be with me. I resolved, if I ever got to hold a book again, to only read sweet, clean Amish romances. No more dragon daddies or monster peen for me.

I snatched my hands back when I realized I’d almost reached out to tug his pants down and see where the trail ended. Probably in Scotland. That’s where the Loch Ness monster lives, after all.

“You are the light that fills the skies of my heart. You are the darkness that folds itself around me as I sleep. You are the only creature in seven thousand years to move me, to teach me what it is to love another so wholly, that I would trade all of my days for one moment in your arms.”

They’re not wrong when they say I was temporarily insane. But what is love, if not a beautiful madness that makes the clamoring world fade into nothing, and brings clarity to one moment, one soul?

“No, Feather. Mikhail and I will not be—how did you put it—throwing hot dogs. Or cornholing. Or stashing… wands in biscuits, was it?”