“Charlie wrinkled her nose. “I think I’m going to vom,” she announced as the passenger door opened and a light gust of evening breeze filled the space around them.” — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“My God, Joseph, your toasted sandwiches are the fucking shit. You do know that right?” — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“She would have to take this as a lesson for future; she would never get drunk and unknowingly plot world domination with her best… — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“She could feel the pressure from his hand on the back of her head as he forced her head down to take him whole… — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“I don’t make shit, I make masterpieces,” she replied, pretending to take offence from Charlie’s words. “And just for that, I’ll take a BBQ… — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“Charlie wrinkled her nose. “I think I’m going to vom,” she announced as the passenger door opened and a light gust of evening breeze… — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“In his haste to devour her body, Charlie noticed that Callum hadn’t even bothered to remove his jacket and tie.” — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“Phew, I am so glad its Friday tomorrow,” Lucy exhaled, flopping back onto the white leather sectional sofa. “I am so knackered it is… — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“Couldn’t have come at a more perfect time, hey? You gonna answer it and then fuck off for four hours?” she asked, her tone… — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
