“and our marriage dissolved, like margarita salt on the tongue, leaving behind the bitter aftertaste of something that started out sweet but ended sour.” — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“Her life was more like a series of tattered Post-it notes with hastily scribbled goals written in dull pencil. Some of them stuck. Lots… — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“I must have looked like a zombie when I opened the door. Tyler literally recoiled when he saw me, and then he chuckled. “You… — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“You’ll find the balance you need as soon as you let go of how you think things should be and accept them as they… — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“most of the guys Emily dealt with these days were subcontractors who wore tool belts and cargo pants and suffered from chronic ass-crack reveal.” — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“A crooked old man had been playing solitaire in there with an actual deck of cards when she and Chloe had arrived. Emily estimated… — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“He winked at me over her head, causing my bra to try and unclasp itself in sweet surrender.” — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“Apparently while I was reading The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Dating, he’d read The Guide to Dating a Complete Idiot.” — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“she caught a glimpse of flat, tan abdomen, and suddenly she didn’t need coffee. She needed smelling salts.” — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“We can’t control events in our life, Sadie. Sometimes we can’t even control our reactions. But the harder we fight against the waves, the… — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“Siri, what’s a femme fatale?” Chloe asked her phone. “It’s a dishonest woman who uses feminine wiles to manipulate men,” Emily responded just as… — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“He turned his head to look at her, trying to think of ways to plead his case. Some way to dazzle and beguile her… — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
