Bibliophile: a person who collects or has a great love of books
With nowhere to run, I’m forced to trust someone I never expected. At least with Lou safe in Blackwood Keep—far away from me—I’ll die with my conscience intact. Because she no longer looks at me with friendship in her eyes. Those iridescent blues shine with a different need entirely, and I’ve never been able to deny her.
“You look totally fuckable in that costume,” I whisper in her ear. “I want you to wear it later when you’re riding me.” “Do you think that’s why Gabby and Slater have so many costumes upstairs? Do they play superhero in the bedroom?” she whispers, waggling her brows suggestively as my stomach sours.
I need to make a choice—break the rules and devour her, or run far, far away and break the last remaining part of me, my heart.
Two strangers. One set of rules. The ultimate battle.
“Mess with me, Followhill, and I will ruin you.” “Not if I ruin you first.”
"Assassins don't give up control, ever. But she had it over me."
I must fight to save her—Kade I have to survive so I can save him—Emery
Things get comical quick when my best friend records everything in her daily newspaper column. I can’t help but wonder if single moms like me can actually catch a husband. Or will this Mom-Com go viral as an epic train wreck?
When I make the hard choice, the only choice I can make to keep her alive, will she be able to forgive me?
Steam isn’t just for the kitchen…
Confessions of a Bibliophile 