“How can you approve of them? Does it not bother you that your son, your only son, the very last male to carry the Garrett name, goes home from work every night to another man? That doesn‚Äôt offend your sensibilities?‚ÄĚ… — Abigail Roux Copy Share Image
“He'd just called Shawn a bottom, though, and Shawn looked pissed. Call Remy a bottom and he would jump you and let you screw… — Abigail Roux Copy Share Image
“I would have chosen you over anything," Zane hissed. He pulled back, breaking Ty's hold, bunched the front of Ty's shirt in both hands,… — Abigail Roux Copy Share Image
“Zane rolled his eyes. "Galloping crazies." Ty squeezed his hand. "Well, you said you liked horses.” — Abigail Roux Copy Share Image
“He had no doubt that he knew who Ty was now, inside and out. He knew every one of Ty's quirks and weak spots… — Abigail Roux Copy Share Image
“Why a compass?” Ty asked. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Zane’s yet. Zane smiled and ran his thumb across the pendant. “Because you… — Abigail Roux Copy Share Image
“Brandt certainly didn’t see what the big deal was. Things caught fire; it wasn’t always Brandt’s fault.” — Abigail Roux Copy Share Image
“Who are you, Zane?" Zane cocked his head. "I'm an artist. I'm a geek." He felt Ty smile. "I am one badass motherfucker on… — Abigail Roux Copy Share Image
“You listen to me, Beaumont Tyler Grady. You are a wise-cracking, stubborn, annoying pain in the ass who lives to cause trouble. You’re also… — Abigail Roux Copy Share Image
“Fuck," Ty finally muttered as they broke another heated kiss. "Is that a comment or a request?" Zane asked breathlessly.” — Abigail Roux Copy Share Image
