“How do you make a living if you’re writing a book?” Joshua asked. The boy was getting a bike for Christmas that’s all there was to it. David squirmed in his seat. “It doesn’t pay anything yet.” “So, then what… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“I love you, Derek!” Jason tried to drag Haley back to her seat, but she fought him tooth and nail. “I love you, Derek!”… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Will you be able to keep your hands off me?" "I'm pretty sure I can manage that," she said, wondering if the man truly… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Zoe, I-- Oh, God!" he shouted, clutching his chest and stumbling back. "What?" she asked, looking around anxiously as she clutched a large brown… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“How dare you question my taste, woman?" he demanded. "If I say you're beautiful then you're beautiful so get the hell over it!” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“He's cutting off circulation to my balls! If you want great grandchildren, woman, do something!" Joshua sputtered” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“I think,” she said, glaring at him with murderous intent, “that if you or that damn battering ram you have the nerve to call… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Wait, you don’t have a license. You can’t drive.” He turned the car on and threw it into drive. “Hmmm, look at that, it… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“As he was gasping for air he realized something. He was in deep shit. Haley was his life now. His woman. His heart. He… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“If she wasn’t his best friend… There really was no point in finishing that thought. She was and it was his job as the… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“...she was probably having a few murderous thoughts of her own about any woman that touched him. Good, they were making progress.” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“She was also sure that having experienced the act first hand would probably benefit her writing. If anything she should have sex for her… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Apparently she was beyond words so she pushed the card into his hands. He looked down. Blinked. Blinked again before stumbling back into a… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Connor; "Push me and you might just find yourself locked in the trunk of a car and on a ferry headed off to Nova… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Soon he was picturing little girls with mischievous green eyes and pigtails asking him to play tea. Of course he'd bring real food to… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
