“Come on, baby. You don’t remember me? You should. Your work is right here.” The girl turned around and sat up on her elbows, spreading her legs, she revealed tattooed butterfly wings on both sides of her inner thighs. “I… — T.M. Frazier Copy Share Image
“She grabbed her shorts off the floor and stomped past me. “Fucking ugly bitch. Fucking asshole,” she muttered as she practically tripped in her rush to get to the stairs. King stood in the doorway. “And if I hear you… — T.M. Frazier Copy Share Image
“I'd rather be known as the girl who wears sweatshirts than the vagina most likely to be recognized in a line up.” — T.M. Frazier Copy Share
“Fear and love are very much the same. They both make your heart race and your body shake. They make you tremble and anticipate.… — T.M. Frazier Copy Share
“Dude, you’re creeping me out,” Kevin said, reaching for his shorts. Before he could pull them back on I dropped the hose and bee-lined… — T.M. Frazier Copy Share
“Hope had been stripped from me at every minute of every hour of every day for my entire life.” — T.M. Frazier Copy Share
“I'm afraid I'm going to look at your perfect face, and you're finally going to see me as the monster I am.” — T.M. Frazier Copy Share
“A revenge kill is the best kind of kill. But a revenge kill for your family, with your woman’s permission? That’s borderline erotic.” — T.M. Frazier Copy Share
“You’re better than I ever imagined. You are everything to me. You make me want to be better. You make me better.” — T.M. Frazier Copy Share
“Don’t blame me. When you walk by the family dog and pat him behind the ears he’s going to lift his head for attention.” — T.M. Frazier Copy Share
“We don’t fit any mold. But, where you are concerned, it’s simple.” He kissed along my jaw line. “I want you, Abby. No bullshit… — t.m. frazier Copy Share
“My brain wanted to scream at him, punch him, but when his tongue ran along the seam of my mouth seeking entrance my traitorous… — T.M. Frazier Copy Share
“I moaned. “Gonna make this fast and hard,” he murmured against my skin. He lifted up my leg and pushed inside of me, stretching… — T.M. Frazier Copy Share
