Hunger

He’s the gorgeous fallen angel best friend you pushed away ten years ago, now back in a second chance at love…

I can’t believe Grandfather managed to trap Layden in an arranged marriage with me. We were best friends once, but we’ve barely spoken in almost a decade. Grandfather backed both of us into a corner and there was nothing else to do except agree.
And now here we are, standing awkwardly, avoiding each other’s eyes as—
“You may now kiss the bride,” rings out across the room.
My eyes shoot up just as Layden looks down. I blink. Oh crap. I’m looking at my… husband.
His gray eyes are dark with intensity as he glares down at me. Does that mean he still hates me?
Don’t tremble. Don’t show him he affects you at all.
I’m still so busy trying not to be affected by him, all I can do is hiccup in shock and throw my arms around him as he swoops down and crushes his lips to mine. My whole body shudders, coming alive like it hasn’t in the ten years since he left.
My fingers dig into his shoulders; his hands clench my waist—oh god, is this what it would have been like to kiss him all those years ago?
Finally, the first kiss we never had.

Standalone novel in the Horsemen of the Apocalpse Consorts series.
Monster's Bride
Death's Toy
War
Hunger

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