The Fiction Between Us (Honeywood, #2)

by Julie Olivia

I promise this is a funny story, but every fairy tale has a few stepsisters with plucked-out eyes or an old woman tricking children. Trust me, I’m in the business of happily ever afters. And mine starts with a bloody lip.

Sometimes, you’re not the woman being kissed out of a deep slumber, but instead, you’re the one who succumbed to the rotten apple.

“I’m a good ol’ classic vanilla kinda guy.” I laugh. “Who in the world loves a vanilla milkshake?” “People who like milk.” “The ’90s really had us in a chokehold with the Got Milk campaigns, huh?”

“Don’t make me feel like a hero.” She says. “I like being the villain. I’m comfortable there.”