“Brighton dabbed the side of her lip, and when he pulled his shirt away, it was smeared with crimson. Son of a mother fluffin’… — T.S. Joyce Copy Share
“Part of her wanted to flip him off for telling her what to do, but a bigger part of her wanted to straddle his… — T.S. Joyce Copy Share
“Sure. Great. Now I know her name. At least it’s not Cinnamon the whore-faced, nipple clamped, smelly vag—” “Laura Beck. My sister.” — T.S. Joyce Copy Share
“When you can physically hear their heart breaking? Well, it did awful things to my insides, and your dad deserved a fist for every… — T.S. Joyce Copy Share
“People come and go. Most of them are only in your life to get you somewhere. And what I mean by that is they… — T.S. Joyce Copy Share
“She really wanted a spanking now. A spanking and a cookie. That was a first.” — T.S. Joyce Copy Share
“No women up here. You know the rules. We aren’t into renting to strangers, either. Especially not high fallutin’ city slickin’ judgy judgertons like… — T.S. Joyce Copy Share
“He’d put all of her insecurities to rest and taught her that she was enough.” — T.S. Joyce Copy Share
“Holy shit, you showed up. And early. You weren’t supposed to be here until next week. Hypothetically. If you showed up.” He frowned. “Which… — T.S. Joyce Copy Share
“yeah, his life was really fuckin’ weird. Between the clan, Colton’s wishing squirrel, and the molestation by a hundred-pound woman with silver bouffant hair… — T.S. Joyce Copy Share
