Nikki Sadler

“Besides, I want you naked and in my bath when I get back… and I’m sure you’ll keep yourself busy reading one of your horny books.” There’s a spluttering noise that comes out of me, and I damn near fall off my stool. Absolutely no way did this man just say those words. But Colt’s hazel eyes glow with boyish mischief. “Oh, don’t think I don’t know what you’ve got on that innocent-looking little device of yours.” “What do you know about the types of books I read?” I’m incredulous, but have absolutely no right to be. He’s correct. My Kindle is brimming with the most deliciously smutty books imaginable. “Oh, I’m sorry… reading serious literature over there every night, are you, angel?”
― Elliott Rose, Chasing the Wild