“I’m not crying for the man you are,” she bit out. “I’m crying for the boy who never had anyone to care.” — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“Alexa sniffled. “Oh my God, he gave her an airport scene! Just like in the books I read and all those movies. He followed… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“You must be fierce and admit to love, my dear girl. It is the only way to win. And if you do lose, well,… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“You've done proper already, and it hasn't worked. It's time you do dirty.” — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“He wanted to make her scream with delight, to cry his name as she orgasmed until she couldn’t remember the last time another man… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“Once again, he backed off from a challenge by hiding behind a twisted sense of honor. “Let’s change the subject, shall we?” “Sure. I… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“I'm tired of females who order a salad, then look as if they deserve a medal. A good meal is a gift.” — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
