Sinners Consumed (Sinners Anonymous, #3)

by Somme Sketcher

“Vodka.” My shoulders pull taut. “Since when did you start drinking vodka?” “Since you said you wouldn’t kiss me if I drank whiskey.”

He was wrong. It turns out her replying to my friend’s heartfelt paragraph with seven laughing emojis and nothing else was the worst that could happen.

“Because even though I’m unlucky with you, I feel even unluckier without you.”