His Darkest Obsession (Haunted Kings #1)
Long enough for me to remember who I was before I met him.
Turns out, I actually like romance novels. Not the tasteful literary romances Kenneth approved of.
I’m talking absolutely shameless books with shirtless men on the covers, morally questionable billionaires, ridiculous amounts of tension, and enough spice to qualify as attempted arson. The kind Kenneth used to wrinkle his nose at.
“Those books rot your brain, Jo.”
Funny. I don’t think the books were the problem.
I’ve also rediscovered cheesy rom-coms and psychological thrillers, all the goodies that Kenneth never agreed to watch with me because they were “too stupid” (the romcoms) and “too complicated” (the psych thrillers).