“Stop bein’ such a pussy.” “I’m not a p-pansy,” Aiden stuttered,tripping over the last word. Vulgar terminology didn't exist in his vocabulary. Whenever he tried to push the envelope, he choked in the cutest way possible. “I said pussy,” she… — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“I mean, that was the code, wasn’t it? Single girls and taken guys weren’t allowed to be friends. The leash always got in the… — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“Rena?” I looked up as a figure emerged from the white void of snowfall. The snow dusted his broad shoulders as he took long,… — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“Maybe that was why another part of me--a very small part--had wanted to kiss Wallace then. Both sides of his mouth, between his brows,… — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“Cole radiated that cool, bad boy sort of confidence—the kind that left most women flustered and ready.” — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“Thank you.”“You don’t have to thank me. It’s the truth.” He visibly relaxed, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Though, you’re welcome to… — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“How did his window crack the steering wheel?” Aiden asked at the same time. I sank down into the mattress, choosing to answer the… — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“Stop bein’ such a pussy.” “I’m not a p-pansy,” Aiden stuttered,tripping over the last word. Vulgar terminology didn't exist in his vocabulary. Whenever he… — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“Well, why not just snap my damn olive branch and beat me with it? I was only trying to help.” — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“Wallace looked stunned—the epitome of male panic over a woman’s tears” — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
