Follow the River (River of Rain, #1)

by C.E. Ricci

He’s every deadly sin wrapped in a single heartbreaking package.

Attraction is a strange thing, and the kind I have for him is dangerous. Makes-me-stupid-and-reckless kind of dangerous. Ruin-my-life kind of dangerous.

His intelligence and quick wit. The sharpness of his tongue when he lays into me, letting me have a taste of my own medicine. When he smiles and laughs and is fucking secure and honest with who he is. And while I’m insanely jealous of that freedom, it might also be the biggest turn-on of all. I’m beginning to realize resisting him was a futile effort from the start, and I thank my lucky stars I don’t have to anymore. Because right now? He’s all fucking mine.

“This is one of those moments when I really wish I still hated you,” before latching his lips onto mine in a possessive kiss that curls my toes, not letting my mind linger on the fact he inadvertently admitted to not hating me anymore.

But what I felt for Roman? It doesn’t hold a candle to the way River consumes me entirely.

River Lennox was put on this Earth to be mine and mine alone. Once this shit with Ted is all sorted out, I’m going to make sure he damn well knows it.