Sinfully Good Reads

He was a soldier with a MySpace. I was a feral, blunt little goblin with trauma and zero chill. Now we’re 18 years married, still surviving deployments, infertility, field trainings, toxic trolls—and I still want him to tie me to a tree.

A secret society. A debt owed. A masked man who claims her as his. The Filthy Few always collect. And in You’re Ours Now—there’s no escaping