Gold (The Plated Prisoner, #5)

by Raven Kennedy

“You don’t like love?” I ask. “I prefer lust,” the old fae replies matter-of-factly.

Grief isn’t based on someone’s length of presence. It’s based on the impact of their absence.

“Some people are in your life for only a moment, like a shooting star. Quick and short, but they light up a part of you for a second, and their brightness lingers even after they’re gone.”

“Told the soldier I wanted to touch it,” she says with a wag of her brows. “He was mightily disappointed when he realized I was talking about his sword and not the other rock-hard piece he had on him. Although, I must admit, that was impressively lengthy too.

But males are so exhausting, you know? Always demanding commitment when it’s convenient for them.”