“Who did this to you?” I whisper. His gaze falls to my hands. His lips turn up in amusement. The expression is so strange until I realize he’s staring at my clenched fists. “You aching for a fight?” “Who hurt… — M.K. Schiller Copy Share Image
“Stevie: "Oh, Adam, don’t let her hurt my pussy. You love that pussy as much as I do." Adam: "Marley, if you so much… — M.K. Schiller Copy Share
“He slammed her door shut and spun her so she was facing him. “One more for the road.” She stared at him with a… — M.K. Schiller Copy Share
“His smile is sad. “You've been carrying it for a long time, Emma. Let someone else carry it for a while.” — M.K. Schiller Copy Share
“The woman at the next table is making eyes at you,” Lanie said, whispering conspiratorially. “Really? What does she make them out of? Cloth?” — M.K. Schiller Copy Share
“Sometimes it doesn’t take much. The things everyone else takes for granted go deeper for those who are traumatized.” — M.K. Schiller Copy Share
“Guess what? You’re a MILF too, which in my book means a man I’d like to forget.” — M.K. Schiller Copy Share
“ Son, I know you don’t consider me family and that pain I’ll take to my grave. Let me just tell you this though,… — M.K. Schiller Copy Share
“Sometimes when you get what you wish for, it’s not what you want at all.” — M.K. Schiller Copy Share
“Because this story is the road to the Pulitzer, something you covet very badly. I'm willing to bet that just the idea of this… — M.K. Schiller Copy Share
“Marley, there are a lot of men who can make you feel good for an hour, or a night, or a week. There’s very… — M.K. Schiller Copy Share
“Fork you, Kyle," she said and took a bite of her duck, chewing it with deliberate slowness. "Fork yourself, Lanie," he replied, irritated by… — M.K. Schiller Copy Share
“I don’t want to care for her. I want to be indifferent, pretend she does not affect me in any way, but she makes… — M.K. Schiller Copy Share
