"Every girl wishes they were you!" "I'm soooo jealous!" "I hear they share a bed." Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie! "Hey roomie." Ian slips in front of me. "You started that?" I hiss. He shrugs. "I'm just lonely." "Call one of your sluts. Their tongue will gladly warm you." "What if I want it to be your tongue?" He snears. "Then wake up and stop taking whatever drug it is you're using." Dove Reid shares a house with the Reagan family. Which includes, bad boy, Ian Reagan, aka The Devil in leather. Can Dove survive, or will her housemate always be The Devil in Leather ? *04/02/2020 - this book is randomly getting a lot of recent attention and id just like it to be known that i wrote this book when i was 11-12 years old and as a nearing 19 year old woman i'm very aware it's unrealistic, poorly developed, and a tinge problematic at parts. feel free to read but definitely keep that in mind that it's a very silly book written by a very silly preteen!*