Sinners Consumed (Sinners Anonymous, #3)

by Somme Sketcher

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

“Put some clothes on, Penelope. My men are onboard and I don’t want to kill anyone else today.”

“What did Blake do?” “Pissed me off.” I swallow. “So you killed him.” His palm presses harder into my stomach, and his chin comes to rest on my shoulder. “He was eyeing something up that doesn’t belong to him.”

I brush my fingers over the yellow spines. “You bought me all the For Dummies books.” “Mm. Found a career yet?” “You trying to get rid of me, or something?” His dark laugh caresses me like silk. “Or something.”