Kirjahaku

The stakes were high. His body count was higher.The ladies loved me. Both the ones I shoved out my hotel room door every morning and the ones I was currently flicking between my thumbs. A pair of queens. My ideal threesome.But these gals were fickle, whereas Lady Luck was the type to never leave my side. It was the same reason the girl sitting across from me never stood a chance.Couldn't blame her. Not really. Pretty little thing didn't know she was treading in shark-infested waters. Or that the only card she had left at her disposal... just so happened to be my favorite one to take. Taking wasn't the only thing I did though. I was a giver too. Demands, degradation, dic-Well, I think you catch my drift. Point was, the moment she decided to go all-in was the exact moment she agreed to let me do the same.Game on, baby girl.V Card is a dark standalone novella with a HFN ending, so please heed the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book.

Even serial killers have a type. Unfortunately, tonight, that type is you. You can feel it, can't you? The way I've been watching you night after night. Patiently waiting for you to turn around and give me a glimpse of those eyes. Don't be shy. I know you want this as much as I do. Atta girl. Look at you You're perfect. Just f*cking perfect. Like I knew you would be. The more that I think about it, you could be her twin. You know what that means, right? You're the one. At the very least, the next one. Maybe the last one if you don't f*ck this up like all the others. We can figure that out later, though. When I move on from watching to doing. Because you might not see me, sweetheart. But I'll be seeing you. Real soon.

Even serial killers have a type. Unfortunately, tonight, that type is you. You can feel it, can't you? The way I've been watching you night after night. Patiently waiting for you to turn around and give me a glimpse of those eyes. Don't be shy. I know you want this as much as I do. Atta girl. Look at you You're perfect. Just f*cking perfect. Like I knew you would be. The more that I think about it, you could be her twin. You know what that means, right? You're the one. At the very least, the next one. Maybe the last one if you don't f*ck this up like all the others. We can figure that out later, though. When I move on from watching to doing. Because you might not see me, sweetheart. But I'll be seeing you. Real soon.