A Pessimist's Guide to Love (Heartsong, #2)

by Jennifer Hartmann

I can’t get close enough. I want to crawl inside of him and never leave, until he has no choice but to keep me.

Everyone has demons. Monsters lurking around every corner, whispering in your ear, hiding under your bed, living just beneath your skin. The key is turning your demons into friends. Companions. Don’t let them scare you. Don’t let them chase you. Let them run with you. Only then, you will win.

It’s not long before she goes completely lax within my hold, her breathing steadying as she falls into a restful slumber.

It’s not sex.

But it feels just...

there was something there, something beyond sex—beyond just fucking. It was raw and dirty and urgent, but it was also terrifyingly soul-deep.

Magic and mayhem. A fundamental elixir. I was inside her, but she was inside me, too.

“You love bringing me to my knees.” “Yes…” I do love it. It makes me feel powerful and wanted. Desirable, craved.