With These Last Breaths (Aisling Sea, #3)

by Vanessa Rasanen

Love didn’t make sense.

And it wasn’t like the romance novels she’d read in secret. It was real, tangible, imperfect, and chaotic. It was messing up and forgiving, giving in and letting go, feeling whole and needing more all at once.

Did the queen take some of your brain when she snacked on your fingers?

For loving me when I didn’t deserve it and putting me in my place when I did. For saving me when I didn’t know I needed it and believing in me when I needed it the most. Thank you.

Sometimes the simple act of being there in the tear-filled silence was enough to soothe even the most painful of wounds.

Your life is only as boring as you allow it to be. It is what you make of it.”