“Her neon yellow t-shirt said Suck It Up, Buttercup. It was baggy, but she wasn’t wearing a bra. This long-legged bitch tempts me.” — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“His touch trails fire along my skin. I arch against him and our mouths meet in a fusion of desire” — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“This man makes me feel stabby. Luckily for him, I don’t work with many sharp knives.” — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“You’re lucky I let you have a coffee. I’m not going out with you. I’m not going to fuck you and, unless someone dies,… — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“Slowly, my shock and pain morph into something else. Anger. “All I wanted was to be left in peace, to build a life. And… — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“People say they’re lucky or whine that they’re not, but I don’t believe in luck. I decide my own fate.” — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“Now I remember. Sports Illustrated and the girl in the string bikini, looking like she ate men for breakfast. The water making her tiny… — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“This alpha will not bully me. I am my own woman and not some subordinate in his pack. I can match him in rage.” — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“Her neon yellow t-shirt said Suck It Up, Buttercup. It was baggy, but she wasn’t wearing a bra. This long-legged bitch tempts me.” — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
