“Now I remember. Sports Illustrated and the girl in the string bikini, looking like she ate men for breakfast. The water making her tiny triangle top cling to her small breasts. Those long legs. Fuck me. That’s her?” — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“His touch trails fire along my skin. I arch against him and our mouths meet in a fusion of desire” — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“This man makes me feel stabby. Luckily for him, I don’t work with many sharp knives.” — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“You’re lucky I let you have a coffee. I’m not going out with you. I’m not going to fuck you and, unless someone dies,… — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“Slowly, my shock and pain morph into something else. Anger. “All I wanted was to be left in peace, to build a life. And… — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“People say they’re lucky or whine that they’re not, but I don’t believe in luck. I decide my own fate.” — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“Now I remember. Sports Illustrated and the girl in the string bikini, looking like she ate men for breakfast. The water making her tiny… — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“This alpha will not bully me. I am my own woman and not some subordinate in his pack. I can match him in rage.” — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
“Her neon yellow t-shirt said Suck It Up, Buttercup. It was baggy, but she wasn’t wearing a bra. This long-legged bitch tempts me.” — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
