“I’m not that bad.” Macy lifted her head and searched Candace’s face. “Am I?” “I’m not one to give an objective opinion. I’ve known you my whole life, I’m used to you.” “Great. In other words, ‘You’re a raging bitch… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“She had no doubt her safe little world was about to be well and thoroughly rocked, and who knew if it would even be… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“Gorgeous,” he murmured. She chuckled. “Think you’l say that in five months or so? When I waddle like a duck and you have to… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“But I’d rather look back and regret something I did when I was young and crazy, than look back and regret something I never… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“He was so fucked, careening madly down the path to getting his heart splattered all over hell. And grinning like a buffoon the entire… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“Head throbbing, check. Stomach not quite right, check. Truthfully, she felt like crap. Somehow still horny crap...” — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I’ll stay. I’ll move. We’ll work it out. I just want to be with you. If… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“Her mind was blank and her heart and body ruled. And those? They were his property.” — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“Big enough that I should tie a bow around it and attach a little card that says ‘To: Macy. You’re welcome. Love, Seth.” — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“If I could give you anything, what would you ask me for?” “I…don’t…” “You know. Look at me. What would you ask me for?”… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“I’m not that bad.” Macy lifted her head and searched Candace’s face. “Am I?” “I’m not one to give an objective opinion. I’ve known… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“Death growls mostly bore me. Who wants to hear the Cookie Monster? Sing your fucking lyrics. Put some emotion behind it.” And Ghost’s usual… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“I’m hitting the sack” “Are you twenty-nine or sixty-nine?” The devilish dimples appeared. “Twenty-nine with a sixty-nine waiting at home” — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
