“What are you looking at?" "The woman I love." With all his heart and soul. Reese looked over her shoulder. "Where? I don't see any one." Then she laughed, hitting the glass table with the palm of her hand.” — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Corbin wanted, quite simply, to die. He had wished for death many times over his long lifespan, but never as fervently as he did while Beth Adams rattled off breastfeeding statistics, her baby sucking industriously, mouth fully around the entire areola, as Sam was quick to point out, finger outlining the area in question. Corbin was speechless. -Corbin at Baby… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share
“If this were a musical, this would signal the start of a dance number. Angry girls sexy danse in unison around the bull pen.… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“If she had learned anything twenty-five years, it was that money wasn't worth much if you didn't have anyone to share it with.” — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“This is really disturbing. I think I'm being scarred as we speak. It's like paranormal porn." Alexis did look a little pale. "Do you… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I couldn't please everyone, there was no way to do that. But I could please myself. That was my conclusion, and I knew what pleased me. Having the freedom to make my own mistakes, to learn, to grow, to become a better person. Being here, in this house, with this guy, pleased me. My friendships pleased me. My hoodie made… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share
“Promise me if I don’t make you happy, you’ll toss me aside, no matter how much pressure I put on you. Because even though… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Did I ever tell you the difference between a Northern fairy tale and a Southern one?" she asked him, indulging herself and letting her… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Alright, good night,” he said, his words a little slurred. “But before I pass out, I want you to know that you’re the hottest… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He was a glass half full kind of person and she was...what? The glass is going to break before you can even pour kind… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Who do you become when you've lost sight of who you are but the false you isn't one you can pretend to be anymore?” — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
