Parker S. Huntington

L.J. Shen

The hotly anticipated second book in the Dark Prince Road series. If you loved My Dark Romeo, you need My Dark Desire. Available to pre-order now. Welcome to Dark Prince Road. Sinners only.

My Dark Desire

Sophia

For the first time since the accident, I relinquished control.

I was soaring into the unknown without a plan, completely at the whims of Fate, and scared shitless. With only Dad’s dying words and the woman of my dreams to accompany me.

“Let’s take a month apart. To deal with the things we need to deal with.” I leaned over his desk, grabbed a red Sharpie, and snatched the tiny calendar he never used, circling the date a month from today. “If you love me as much as I love you, you’ll come back to me, Zachary Sun. I’ll be waiting.”

Farrow licked her lips. “Promise not to judge?”

Much to my horror, you could set the entire world aflame and I’d hold your fucking earrings and cheer you on from the sidelines.

“At any rate, as I sat there, surrounded by roses and a home-cooked meal I made myself, I realized how pathetic I was. You weren’t there. What’s more, you looked so happy going away, even when I begged you to stay.”

She blinked fast, her face jumping from emotion to emotion, starting with confusion and ending with hope. And then she did something completely terrible. She smiled. She smiled, and I felt it everywhere in my body.

She seemed completely content avoiding me, while I was on the verge of clawing my own skin off.

Why weren’t we talking? Teasing each other? Touching each other?

Dad always said—Memories are a second heart. After you’re gone, they beat inside the people you’ve left behind.

We stood chest to chest now. Not touching, but close enough to do so if she tried. Which I wanted her to. Desperately.

Her delicate brows crashed together. “Make me, then.”

“Impossible. I have no sense of humor.”

“It’s not a fucking film roll, Farrow. It’s going to take more than a couple hours.”

“Why do you need me to laugh, anyway?”

Because I felt something inside my chest, and I am desperate to feel it again. It marked the first time since Dad had passed. And possibly the last. But I wanted to try.

I watched with painstaking stillness as Junior raised his hands, wiggled those sticky fingers, and stretched them out, aiming for her ass. He neared his destination, almost rounding the curve between the cheek and those toned legs that moved with graceful skill on the piste.

“Farrow.” The strain in my own voice surprised me. Junior’s hand froze midair.

Octi whipped her head around, blinking at me, surprised. “What?”

“Good.” I slid my knife out and tossed it right into Brett Junior’s outstretched hand.

Latching onto the steak knife, I leaned forward, leveling my eyes with Brett’s as I slammed the blade an inch from his pinky finger. He jumped back in his seat, gasping.

“I will say this once, and I will say it nicely—never, ever, under any circumstances, look, touch, talk, or breathe in this woman’s direction. Am I understood?”

I’d gotten used to witnessing her in this state—sweaty, sporting a bird’s nest on her scalp, her clothes peppered with bleached pigments.

She looked pitiful. The product of poverty and exhaustion. So opposite of me and my genteel guest.

And, I realized, for the very first time, so fucking beautiful I couldn’t breathe.

With her sharp features, golden hair, and sparkling blues. And those overgrown bangs—a little wavy and out of control—that made her look like a cool grunge girl on a double spread of Vogue.

My Little Octopus would fix me. The how didn’t matter.

Dad’s eyes remained open, but I knew he wasn’t alive anymore. His soul had already drifted away. And I finally understood what he meant when he’d said souls were priceless.

And then I saw it. A landscape rake pierced through his gut. Spearing him into the door. The jagged edge poked my stomach, grazing it. I sucked my belly in, struggling to breathe at the same time.

This book was a lot different from Romeo and Dallas and I loved it just as much!

It's the perfect mix of funny, emotional and hot.

However, I am not really excited for Oliver's book because as of now he's looking like a walking STD which is the most off putting thing ever. He's funny and all that but his sex escapades are kinda disgusting.💀 He makes for a good side character but not really the main love interest. He is lucky if his dick doesn't fall off.💀

This book was a lot different from Romeo and Dallas and I loved it just as much!

It's the perfect mix of funny, emotional and hot.

However, I am not really excited for Oliver's book because as of now he's looking like a walking STD which is the most off putting thing ever. He's funny and all that but his sex escapades are kinda disgusting.💀 He makes for a good side character but not really the main love interest. He is lucky if his dick doesn't fall off.💀

My Dark Desire

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