“Us southern boys can pretty much make a grill out of anything,” Preppy said, plating the last burger. “I’m like a redneck MacGyver.” — T.M. Frazier Copy Share Image
“So you can shoot?” “Yeah. My dad taught me. Won a few competitions when I was younger. Farmer’s Daughters of America.” “Sounds like a redneck dating site.” “It does, doesn’t it?” — T.M. Frazier Copy Share Image
“I'd rather be known as the girl who wears sweatshirts than the vagina most likely to be recognized in a line up.” — T.M. Frazier Copy Share Image
“Sick, twisted Abby was in love with the sick, twisted, beautiful Jake.” — T.M. Frazier Copy Share Image
“Fear and love are very much the same. They both make your heart race and your body shake. They make you tremble and anticipate.… — T.M. Frazier Copy Share Image
“Dude, you’re creeping me out,” Kevin said, reaching for his shorts. Before he could pull them back on I dropped the hose and bee-lined… — T.M. Frazier Copy Share Image
“Hope had been stripped from me at every minute of every hour of every day for my entire life.” — T.M. Frazier Copy Share Image
“I'm afraid I'm going to look at your perfect face, and you're finally going to see me as the monster I am.” — T.M. Frazier Copy Share Image
“A revenge kill is the best kind of kill. But a revenge kill for your family, with your woman’s permission? That’s borderline erotic.” — T.M. Frazier Copy Share Image
“You’re better than I ever imagined. You are everything to me. You make me want to be better. You make me better.” — T.M. Frazier Copy Share Image
“Don’t blame me. When you walk by the family dog and pat him behind the ears he’s going to lift his head for attention.” — T.M. Frazier Copy Share Image
“We don’t fit any mold. But, where you are concerned, it’s simple.” He kissed along my jaw line. “I want you, Abby. No bullshit… — t.m. frazier Copy Share Image
