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286 pages, Kindle Edition
Published April 30, 2024
“The vampire king—my husband—was a cinnamon roll. An ooey-gooey cinnamon roll. The kind that drips sugar absolutely fucking everywhere.”
“Are you seriously having telepathic conversations with the fucking vampire king?” Then, almost as an afterthought, she glanced at me and added, “No offense.”
"I've been running from myself. From the coven. From the awful truth that I was untouchable. Unlovable. A freak. But Nathaniel had shown me that I could be touched. I could be loved. And since meeting him, since seeing myself through his eyes, I had been enough. Exactly enough."
"Go get drunk with the thousand-year-old vampire?" Poppy muttered. "After the day I've just had? Sure, lady, why the hell not?"
Even though my heart had been still and silent for over two centuries, I could have sworn that it pounded once in my chest the moment we made eye contact.
“Did she mention that I’m no longer allowed to go into bookstores without the supervision of a trusted adult? I can seriously end up there for hours.”
“That’s entirely acceptable,” I replied, and no vampire king had ever meant it more. If it brought Ethan joy, then I would see to it that he stayed as long as he liked. And I would purchase for him any book he wished to possess.