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397 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published December 1, 2015
“Do you like playing with fire, girl?" he growled. Because if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to burn you to the ground.”
“If I kiss you,” he growled, “there's no going back. I might not fuck you right here, right now, but I'll have you on your back the instant I get the goddamn chance.”
“This is getting us nowhere,” he muttered after a moment.
“You’re absolutely right. So fuck off. Have a nice life—hope all your holier-than-thou keeps you warm during the day.”
“I still think that every time I see you, after I’ve spent some time away from you. Thank God … he’s here.”
“You and I are not going to survive long term, regardless of love or bonding, if you keep airbrushing things. If I keep airbrushing things. It’s not a good strategy for us—and if this makes you feel like you’re on the spot? As if I’m giving you an ultimatum? I don’t care. If anything gets in the way of our relationship, anything, I will mow that shit down—even if it is you.”
True love didn’t mean effortless, and ever-after wasn’t about cruise control. You started with the attraction, and then you opened your heart and your soul—but all that, which was no small thing, just got you to first base. There were many, many other trips to take to deeper levels of greater acceptance and understanding. That was where you found the happy. And the ever-after was the work you were always willing to put in to stay close, to learn, and to grow as people together.”
The hallway beyond was filled with males of the house, the Brothers and other fighters and Manny sitting on the floor with their backs to the bare walls, their legs stretched out, propped up, crossed at the knees or crossed at the ankles.
Apparently there had been quite a bit of drinking going on, bottles of vodka and whiskey littered around them, glasses in hands or on thighs.
“This is NOT as pathetic as it looks,” her Butch pointed out.
“Liar,” V muttered, “It so fucking is. I think I'm going to start knitting for reals.”
I love this angel!!! Please can we get his story SOON?????
The mystery serial killer subplot??? Yeah….a bit weak!!!! That’s probably the only “peeve” I have!!!
I so liked this book…….and I can’t wait for some more!!!
SOON!!!!!
Do you like playing with fire, girl?" he growled. Because if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to burn you to the ground."
If I kiss you," he growled, "there's no going back. I might not fuck you right here, right now, but I'll have you on your back the instant I get the goddamn chance."
Do you like playing with fire, girl?" he growled. Because if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to burn you to the ground." ~Craeg
If I kiss you," he growled, "there's no going back. I might not fuck you right here, right now, but I'll have you on your back the instant I get the goddamn chance." ~Craeg
“You and I are not going to survive long term, regardless of love or bonding, if you keep airbrushing things. If I keep airbrushing things. It’s not a good strategy for us, and if this makes you feel like you’re on the spot? As if I’m giving you an ultimatum? I don’t care. If anything gets in the way of our relationship, anything, I will mow that shit down, even if it is you.” ~ Marissa to Butch
“I still think that every time I see you after I’ve spent some time away from you. ‘Thank God … he’s here.’”
“You and I are not going to survive long term, regardless of love or bonding, if you keep airbrushing things. If I keep airbrushing things. It’s not a good strategy for us—and if this makes you feel like you’re on the spot? As if I’m giving you an ultimatum? I don’t care. If anything gets in the way of our relationship, anything, I will mow that shit down—even if it is you.”
With the grace of a dancer, she put her ass on the counter … then she drew her knees up and propped her high heels against the narrow walls of the alcove.
Giving him a stunning view of her black thigh-highs and her smooth, slick, bare sex.
“You know what I want,” she said. “And for once, it’s not your mouth there.”
“This is getting us nowhere,” he muttered after a moment.
“You’re absolutely right. So fuck off. Have a nice life—hope all your holier-than-thou keeps you warm during the day.”
“Lady and gentlemales,” Peyton said. “We have our Primus.”
“Don’t call me that,” she gritted before any kind of applause could happen. “Ever.”
“Why?” Novo challenged. “You beat all of us. You lasted the longest. You should be fucking proud of it.”
“Do you like playing with fire girl? … Because if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to burn you to the ground”
“Doesn’t mean I’m happy about introducing a bunch of children into the war.”
“We either make the intros, or the war will find them on its own terms.”
The sound of a door closing made her glance over her shoulder—and she gasped before she could help herself.
There he was, the one she had waited for, the one she had hoped to see again.
Paradise patted at her ponytail, some estrogen-linked receptor going bat-shit, sixteen-year-old as the male walked over to the sign-in station.
“You can’t do both?”
“Are you sure?” he mumbled. While he started undoing the front of his jeans.
“Do you want me to beg?”
“No, because I’d start coming right now.”
He glanced around and didn’t see any cameras. But that didn’t mean the fuckers weren’t somewhere hidden. “I wish there was another place we could do this.”
“Like I care where we are.”
“Do you like playing with fire, girl?” he growled. “Because if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to burn you to the ground.”
“You have never had to worry about where your next meal is coming from, you live in a fucking museum showcase of beautiful things—and pardon me, but you don’t know what it’s like to have people look down on you because you lost the DNA lottery!”
"I literally have nothing waiting for me. So I won’t let anything or anyone get in my way.”