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354 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 2013
“Can I shoot him?” I asked.
“That remains to be seen,” he teased.
“May I shoot him?” I clarified.
“Yes, you may.”
I flashed him an angelic smile. “And may I kill him?”
His ears glowed red and he nodded. “Yes, you may kill him.”
I slid of his lap, kneeling between his legs.
S-T-R-A-N-G-E
I got hit on a lot. What could I say? I had a prettier face than most women, and an ass that had turned so many heads I deserved a chiropractic commission.
Frank had officially passed from the realm of sexy and slightly dangerous to cute and crazy. For a moment I wanted to hide from him, just so I would never again have to see the sociopathic glint in his pretty green eyes.
I loved being in Frank's arms. It felt special, being that the only other people he ever picked up were dead.

I’d never been a very good Catholic. I wasn’t fond of guilt, and our church didn’t employ any of those handsy priests I’d heard such delightful things about, so I saw no reason to attend.It occurs to me that I use the words “love” & “awesome” a little too freely.
I knew I had no bullets, but even so, I didn’t want to aim it any closer to my future husband than needed.I read 535 books last year, almost entirely in MM, not counting the rereads, and this was the absolute best. The standout.
I loved being in Frank’s arms. It felt special, being that the only other people he ever picked up were dead.I have never enjoyed reading about 2 people roaming the US on an assassin-killing spree so much. I never thought I would actually enjoy anything like that. I like books about criminals & assassins but I’ve never giggled & felt turned on while reading about (not a major spoiler, but if you don’t want to know any details, please don’t click).
I’d created a mental dictionary of Frankspeak, so when he said he’d break my fingers it meant he cared about me, and I’ll break your neck was I love you. Threatening to kill me was the best. That translated to I want to fuck you on the floor right now, but I’m shy so you’ll have to tear my clothes off me first.But Nicole Castle created such great characters—Vincent and Frank are so perfect together and even the baddies are fantastic.
How could I not be in love with a man who folded something after strangling me with it?



























“Frank was already teaching me tons of fancy new words, like sodomy and fellatio and analingus, when I thought blowjob and butt-fucking were technical terms. And he described everything so romantically, sharing my body and tasting me instead of just saying he wanted to fuck my brains out or eat my ass. My favorite was la petite morte. Little death. Orgasms. It was no wonder the French had such a reputation for seduction. What he could do with his tongue alone was worth storming the beaches. And that was without being able to breathe out of his nose.”
“He admitted to me that seeing a person die was one of the most incredible experiences he’d ever had. It made him feel human, watching the life leave their eyes. I tried to tell him that fucking me would make him feel like God, but he didn’t buy it.”