“None of them, not even what he suspected should have been little boys, were small. He’d always thought that the James boys were freakishly large, but the men that were beating the shit out of each other over food had… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“I love you, Derek!” Jason tried to drag Haley back to her seat, but she fought him tooth and nail. “I love you, Derek!”… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Will you be able to keep your hands off me?" "I'm pretty sure I can manage that," she said, wondering if the man truly… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Zoe, I-- Oh, God!" he shouted, clutching his chest and stumbling back. "What?" she asked, looking around anxiously as she clutched a large brown muffin against her chest. With a shaky hand, he pointed at the offending item that she dared bring into his house. "What the hell is that?" She looked down and frowned. "My muffin?" "How could you?"… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share
“How dare you question my taste, woman?" he demanded. "If I say you're beautiful then you're beautiful so get the hell over it!” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“He's cutting off circulation to my balls! If you want great grandchildren, woman, do something!" Joshua sputtered” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“I think,” she said, glaring at him with murderous intent, “that if you or that damn battering ram you have the nerve to call a dick ever comes near me again so help me I will – Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!” she broke off her beautiful words of love to scream.” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share
“Wait, you don’t have a license. You can’t drive.” He turned the car on and threw it into drive. “Hmmm, look at that, it… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“As he was gasping for air he realized something. He was in deep shit. Haley was his life now. His woman. His heart. He… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“If she wasn’t his best friend… There really was no point in finishing that thought. She was and it was his job as the… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“...she was probably having a few murderous thoughts of her own about any woman that touched him. Good, they were making progress.” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“She was also sure that having experienced the act first hand would probably benefit her writing. If anything she should have sex for her… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
