walking dead game fanfiction

Second book in My Archangel Soulmate series ** Strong arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, comfortable warmth engulfing my tingling body, followed by the softest, sweetest touch of his lips against mine, moving in a slow, gentle kiss. My eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, pressing myself even closer, my hand finding its way around his neck, burying my fingers in his short soft hair while the small sparks of bright light still danced in between us, mixing with each other. It felt so magical, so utterly ethereal, the way his entire being felt so close to mine, tiny pieces of himself tangling with mine, like small silvery strings those tiny pieces drawing us together, creating a supernatural bond.

A scorching hot, marriage of convenience, enemies-to-lovers romance. "Holy Hot Damn, this book was smokin' hot..." -- Shayna Renee I wasn't supposed to want her. It was a stupid game we were playing. A way for her to get her inheritance and me to get out from under Donovan's thumb. I didn't even like her. I wasn't supposed to daydream about getting her off. Or fantasize about the way she'd look riding me. Or wonder if she kissed as cruelly as she fought. I wasn't supposed to fall for her. I was only supposed to marry her.