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When did I say that? I’m a romance reader. I have a thing for assholes.
Another light lift of his lips. Well, if that’s not the most addicting thing I’ve ever seen.
It’s decided. I’m going to bring some color into Ryan Shay’s life if it’s the last thing I do.
“Do you know how to growl?”
This isn’t one of my romance books. This isn’t a fairy tale. And even if it were, I’d be the worst main character because I am nowhere near able to feel anything other than broken even for this man who is sexy and controlling in his own way.
Indy is not the type of woman you can simply flush from your system after a single night. She’s the kind to seep into your veins and rewire your brain,
Whether she believes it or not, Indigo Ivers is the type of woman you keep forever,
there’s no way in hell another man is going near her without me losing my goddamn mind. Or going to prison.
As if every last feminist bone has left my body, I melt into him.
“Are you just pretending?” He pulls away, laughing deep and full. “I stopped pretending a long time ago, Ind.”
“I can be anything for you, baby.”
You brought me back to life, Ind, and I will love you as long as you’ll let me.”
I will burn the world down to protect her and I’ll proudly wave the match, so everyone knows I’m the one who did it.”
You don’t need me to beg for you out loud because you already know how fucking weak I am for you.”
“Why do you like reading fiction so much?” he asks without a hint of judgment. “How else would you get to live a thousand lives in the span of only one? The beauty of fiction is that it makes you feel things on a visceral level. You can cry with those characters, laugh with them. It teaches you to look at another’s perspective, to have empathy.
