A Deal with the Devil (The Grumpy Devils, #1)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

Always so sharp-tongued. Yes. Like a snake. And you’re Satan, so it’s perfect for you. Your tongue is perfect for me? Say more.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone winds up getting fisted on Pornhub eventually.”

Everyone??

“No offense, but that sounds extremely dull,” he replies. “A good sex scene is essential to any meaningful work of fiction.” “Ah, yes. I remember the blow job in Pride and Prejudice. Very tastefully done.”

I’d meant for Julian to be uniformly evil—the embodiment of sin. But what if he was more nuanced than that? What if his flirtatious, mildly belligerent relationship with Aisling changed him?

So he is just Rhys?

“What I hear you saying is you now crave my salads.” “There are things I’d crave from you long before salad,”

“It’s going to be hard enough standing next to a bunch of actresses and models. I figured some makeup was necessary.” His eyes flicker over my face. “You’re prettier than any of them even without makeup,” he says gruffly.

I pass the pier and all the mansions I’d kill to borrow for a day. My favorite is dark brown, with four levels of decks facing the ocean. I’ve never once seen a sign of life there.

So thats what shes getting by the end lol

I figured a man who hasn’t stood in line for anything in years wasn’t going to handle a ninety-minute wait for Hagrid’s Motorbike Adventure.

Thats in florida not la lol

“I wish my husband would look at me the way he looks at you,” Linda whispers. “Like he could be completely content if he never had to look at anything else.”

I can barely get him to take an hour for lunch, but he cancelled an entire day’s appointments for me.

“If it were an option,” he says, suddenly fierce, “I’d never be willing to share you.”

“Wear the lipliner, then,” she says. “I bet you a hundred bucks it winds up on his dick by the end of the party.”

“What do I need to do to get you to go away next weekend?” I ask. “I’ll work a week for free. Name your price.” He glances at me and swallows. “Fine,” he says. “Come with me.”

Teehee

“I still want you to come,” he says. “I’ll stand in Starbucks with you. Show me what this normal, happy life would be like if you had a weekend off and didn’t work for me.”

Show me what I’m coming home to,

Wow

Drew asks me breathlessly over breakfast in her cottage at the Chateau Marmont—which

Ok daisy jones lol

“Ask me what the surprise was, Tali,” Jonathan says softly. My eyes close. “What was it?” “He bought the house you stayed at in Laguna,” he says. “He bought it for the two of you. His somewhat inept way of telling you what you meant to him, and what he was hoping for.”

Oh my GOD

“No, her entire stay was paid in full two weeks ago. We were told to credit back to you what you’d already paid.”

I LOVE THIS TROPE

“Marry me. Please marry me.”