WICKED by Jennifer L. Armentrout
Sweat dotted my brow. Tendrils of red hair clung to my neck. My legs felt like I’d been sitting in a sauna. I was pretty sure there was a waterfall of sweat coursing between my breasts, and that alone put my mood somewhere between slapping someone and pushing them in front of a trolley.
It was so hot and sticky humid that I was seriously beginning to believe that New Orleans was one of the seven circles of hell and the outdoor seating area of the Palace Café was the gateway. Or the waiting room.
Jennifer L. Armentrout strikes again. This may have been one of my most anticipated books of the latter half of 2014. So far, it hasn’t disappointed. Plus, can we talk for two seconds about how gorgeous that cover is??
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