Glitch (Next Level, #1)

by Briana Michaels

I’m going to wrap my hands around your throat and squeeze until you see God.

Glitch has to be a demon. A big, sexy, came-to-fuck-the-soul-out-of-your-body demon.

If he was mine, I’d put a ring on it. One on his finger and another on his motherfucking cock.

alarming. I swear he could lure me into Hell, and I’d joyfully skip the whole way down.

“Whatcha gonna do about it?” He drags his eyes down my body. “Fuck around and find out.”

As far as dinner dates go, I’ve never had better. I love being the meal.

I’m marrying this woman, mark my words.

“No more dragging our feet,” she says. “Promise?” “Sooo, we’re getting married in an hour?”

This man is a wet dream come true, and I’m going to bind myself to him for life.

“And if you gain weight, lose weight, dye your hair, shave your head, or change in anyway, I want a portrait of it. I want all of you. All your phases, all your transitions.”