“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” “I don’t kid about fucking.” — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
“That was some branch. Did it have a vendetta against your t-shirt?” “Guess so.” “I hope you showed it who is boss.”… — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
“Fuck you!” “Right here?” He crossed his arms. “That definitely wouldn’t help your getting over me.” — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
“Awesome . . .” Jared spoke up from the other side of the room. “Ember, the Otherworld's wonder mutt.” — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
“It’s a little early in our relationship for us to be ‘surmounting,’ but, hey, I’m game if you are. I’ll even let… — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
“Holy crap, you are like a dog with a bone,” I commented to Ryan. “Or just one with a boner.” — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” “I don’t kid about fucking.” — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
“Some days you were the bitch and some days you were shit that came out of the bitch's toy poodle. Today was one of… — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
“This isn’t going to be a cute little storybook you can close when you’re done. You open this and you’re going to be letting… — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
“That was some branch. Did it have a vendetta against your t-shirt?” “Guess so.” “I hope you showed it who is boss.” “Yeah, I… — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
“You're asking for it. You do not mess with a man’s peanut butter.” — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
“Fuck you!” “Right here?” He crossed his arms. “That definitely wouldn’t help your getting over me.” — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
“You want to grab something here, Brycin?” he asked, bending over again. Um . . . yeah. Your ass.” — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
“It was me–a dangerous cocktail of pissed off and hurt.”–Ember (Darkness Of Light)” — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
“He was one of those people who was always happy. People like that mystified me.” — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
“There was more tension back at the parking lot than a southern woman’s girdle at a bake sale.” — Stacey Marie Brown Copy Share Image
