Lassiter (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #21)

by J.R. Ward

“There are no snakes back there. Don’t worry.” “Stop making Samuel L. Jackson refs and just fucking drive.” Ad turned back to the job at hand. “You used to be more fun, you know that.” Yeah, actually… he did.

The Brother smiled as he looked down, flashing bright white fangs. “Tootsie Pop?” “Whhha…?” Eddie mumbled. Something in a purple wrapper appeared in his face. “I think your blood sugar’s low.” A whiff of grape was the last thing Eddie was aware of before he went library book… and checked the hell out.