The Prince of Prohibition (Fae of the Roaring Age, #1)

by Marilyn Marks

where my soul ended his began, where he existed I did too,

“I know what I can be. But part of me hoped if you saw a true monster, you would think me a little less of one.”

I spent every moment pressing harder and harder against the door, praying the passenger side would pop open and I’d be killed instantly.

She threw her cigarette to the ground. “Good girls are boring. I’d rather be a whore.”

I didn’t move. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a woman swear as much as you.” “That’s because you have never known anyone fun.”

“This isn’t Georgia, darling, you ain’t on the farm anymore. How the fuck do you expect to do anything with Delsaran if you can’t stand up to some toothless fucking git in a shithole bar? He works behind a piece of plywood, Addie. Plywood.” She snapped in my face. “It’s time to throw out whatever bullshit they taught you in Sunday school and grow a fucking pair. Be a woman. Go demand a drink.”

“It’s so versatile.” Violet waved an elegant hand at him, grinning. “How many words in the English tongue can you think of that are a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. Fuck. My favorite insult, conversation filler, exclamation, intensifier and my favorite fucking thing to do. To fuck,”