Danika hasn’t had an easy life. Being insanely attracted to bad boys has never helped make it easier.
One look at Tristan, and every brain cell she possessed went up in smoke. This man was trouble with a capital T. It was a given.
She knew better. Bad boys were bad. Especially for her. Considering her history, it was crazy to think otherwise. So why did crazy have to feel so damn fine?
For as long as she could remember, Danika had been focused on the future with single-minded purpose. Tristan came along and taught her everything there was to know about letting go, and living in the present. She fell, hard and deep. Of course, that only made her impact with the ground that much more devastating.
Bad Things is about Tristan and Danika, and their train wreck of a love story. This series can be read as a standalone, or with the Up in the Air series.
Bad Things is a full length novel, at roughly 105,000 words.
This book is intended for ages 18 and up
“I'm going to fuck you hard on the hood of this car, in the pouring rain. And. You. Are. Not. Going. To. Forget. It.”
“I wanted to belong to someone, and for someone to belong to me.”
“I want you so badly that I'd do just about anything to have you," he said roughly. "The only thing I won't do though, is risk losing you. Can you promise me that if we do this, I won't lose you?”
“That hurts me deep in my soul, Danika. I wouldn't do that to you. I'd make sure you came, first and last. I'd go down on you every time, if that's what you like. I'd lick-”
“I don’t have a word for this, because I’ve never felt this before. But I do love you. I just wish there was a way to explain to you that love is just the start of it, because it’s turned into so much more for me.”
“Sweetheart, listen carefully, when I say that I don’t need anybody but you, what I mean is that I never have. I need you. I’ve never needed anyone or anything the way I need you. I need you in a way that would break me if I lost you. Being with you makes every part of my life better. Every second I get with you is the best second of my life. I’m not good at expressing myself, not like you are, but I treasure this thing between us. Don’t think I don’t.”
I wrenched my mouth away, sliding it to her ear. My breath was panting out of me, so I was breathless when I spoke. "I'm going to fuck you hard on the hood of this car, in the pouring rain. And. You. Are. Not. Going. To. Forget. It." I kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear between each roughly uttered word.
I felt her entire body tremble, and I shuddered against her.
I carried her to the front of the car . I splayed her out, dragging her arms high above her.
I straightened, keeping my hands on her knees, spreading them wide, and just looked at her.