A Game of Hearts and Heists (Girl Games, #1)

by Ruby Roe

There are two things I love: winning and angry women. If the two happen to fall together, and I win—or seduce—an angry woman, well, I’ll let you work it out.

This is the game between us. She wants to kill me as much as she wants to fuck me. And much to my disdain, the feeling’s mutual.

She wants to stab me as much as she wants to strangle me. It’s just unfortunate I seem to experience the same dilemma. Fury one day, furiously horny the next.

Unfortunately for him, cock only ever does it for me if it’s strapped to a set of tits.

My mind is distracted because Quinn is supposed to be my enemy. She is ruining me. And yet, I can’t quite remember what it felt like to hate her anymore. And that is utterly terrifying.

“Life is a game, Quinn. We’re here until we’re not. We’re winning until we lose. Doesn’t everything feel sweeter when you’ve fought for it?”

“You touch her again, motherfucker, you die.”

They say that love happens slowly. That falling is really the slow knitting and meshing of souls and lives. Of heart beats finding a rhythm to share for eternity. But in this moment, right here, as Quinn reaches for her raw power, her inner rage. As she shows me exactly who she is, the darkness in her soul, I know I’d lay down and die for her. I’d cut open my chest and deliver my dripping heart in open hands.

Falling in love doesn’t happen slowly, it happens in moments of clarity and revelation. In fleeting sparks of action and displays of our true selves. It happened right there.

close the door and stare at the bed. It’s a single.

“Yes,” she says. “You will because you are my match. Because when I close my eyes it’s you I see. When I fling my sword, it’s you I want to protect. And when I breathe deep, it’s you I want to inhale. It’s always you, Quinn. It always was, and it always will be.”