“Rejection was a high-flying bitch without brakes. Once it was airborne, pain followed closely behind.” — Coreene Callahan Copy Share Image
“Please, Wick. Don’t shut me out. Don’t send me away. I want you for my own.” Tears in her eyes, she pressed her palm… — Coreene Callahan Copy Share Image
“The stuff smelled nasty: like gasoline and dirty socks mixed with something sweet. Kind of like Buckley’s cough syrup.” — Coreene Callahan Copy Share Image
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“One whiff of him and her libido went first-grader on her: hand raised, butt dancing in the chair as her hormones screamed, "Pick me!… — Coreene Callahan Copy Share Image
“Something about it called to her, made her yearn for something more. Maybe it was the wildness, the unpredictability and unbridled strength of nature’s… — Coreene Callahan Copy Share Image
“Taller than most, he stood well over six feet, with hair so dark it appeared jet black in the fading light. Matching brows arched… — Coreene Callahan Copy Share Image
“Rejection was a high-flying bitch without brakes. Once it was airborne, pain followed closely behind.” — Coreene Callahan Copy Share Image
“Knew all about the folly of moving on a target folly of be found inWhat he’d dreamed of for years—ce, and an HE female… — Coreene Callahan Copy Share Image
