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Dirty Saint
Goodreads / Amazon / iBooks / Kobo Get ready for February 21st! -- EXCERPT: A little heated hatred scene from Dirty Saint. This book is heavy on the enemies to lovers, y’all. It’s so hot. I pushed until he moved back, and I could breathe freely. “You did. You lied. You ruined my life. Thanks to you, I’m not the sweet girl I used to be. Now, I’m a bitter bitch with fury in my heart.” His large palm covered my hand, holding it to his hard chest and sending another wave of fear crashing over me. His nostrils flared as he breathed down at me. The heat from his body made my trembling fingertips tingle. I was cold all over even though it was warm outside. “You know what they say about bitter bitches?” His smooth voice was sprinkled with hints of sarcasm and anger. I pulled back, wishing I was strong enough to free my hand from his grasp. My knees began to knock, and I worried I would explode if I didn’t get away. The mix of emotions was a volatile cocktail—unstable and capable. “What?” He licked his thick lips before a sarcastic smile formed, making his dimples appear. “They taste sour. Next time you finger yourself, taste and see.” I gasped, ripping my hand from his and lifting it to slap him. He was faster than me and instead caught my hand in the air. “Be careful who you raise your hand to, Tori. Little girls like you are bound to get knocked on their asses.” “I’d like to see you try,” I spat, dying for a fight with him. Whatever anxiety I felt seconds earlier had been burned away by the raw fury he pulled forward with his words. I had spent most of the past ten years of my life imagining how good it would feel to knock Koah on his ass. I would gladly give him what he wanted if he wanted a piece of me. He chuckled, letting go of my hand and daring me with his eyes to try to hit him again. “I don’t hit girls,” he said. “That’s funny. You have no problem destroying a girl’s life, but you won’t hit them? Typical cowardly bullshit.” He stepped away from me, and the crisp night air flooded my cheeks, cooling them. Once again, the side of his mouth lifted in a sardonic grin. “I’ll see you around, Tori.” He crossed his arms, dismissing me. I wanted to stand my ground, but the longer I stood there glaring back at him, the more I desired to run away. So I folded first, turning and going toward Sadie. I needed away from The Strip and didn’t care what I had to do to get her to leave. I would never let Sadie talk me into a night out again, especially if it meant seeing the devil and remembering how he had burned me. 
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