The Devil You Know Linden A. Lewis

The Devil You Know Linden A. LewisWhat Happens when Ben Tate tells you to beg? Theres a devil on my shoulder, and every Monday morning she announces herself. Shes this delicious flame in my chest, a flurry of whispered suggestions in my ear. Suggestions I ignore because every single one of them is about Ben Tate. BenStealer of Clients, Evicter of Homeless Women, Nemesis. Sitting across from me every damn Monday with his lovely, smug smile and his too perfect teeth, the living symbol

Thrilling and fierce

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After Irene and her sons arrive at this faraway paradise

the deeper Nikolai pulls him under

and the locals look more like blue devils than aliens

Like a predator

a switch flipped

tangled life together can find a way to unstick each other

It's a fight that will threaten all their kingdoms

it looks like an old dog can actually teach this brooding cattleman some heart-warming new tricks

and as the months wear on

Why settle for pieces of shattered souls when I can have everything