“She drove like fucking Danica Patrick. Jesus. He'd actually been nervous, speeding over winding mountain roads, weaving around slower traffic--which was everyone. He'd been damn glad to see the hotel.” — Susan Fanetti Copy Share Image
“Do one’s best. Be true to one’s truth. Love as fully as one can. Understand that anything else is chaos and try to navigate… — Susan Fanetti Copy Share Image
“Wrong, asshole. Your body makes you male. Your brain and your heart—big and strong as ever—they make you a man.” — Susan Fanetti Copy Share Image
“You show me how much you don’t know. He is more than a man. He is a monster.” — Susan Fanetti Copy Share Image
“Right now, after all that. Being with a biker was not always what one might call an empowering experience for a woman.” — Susan Fanetti Copy Share Image
“Their love was not for sharing. Their world could have a little part of them, but the rest of them, the heart of them,… — Susan Fanetti Copy Share Image
“I love you, Sport. I want to put my ring on you. I want to put my ink on you. I want to make… — Susan Fanetti Copy Share Image
“No, baby, please. Make a baby with me. Fuck, make a baby with me. I need it. I need you. I need a baby… — Susan Fanetti Copy Share Image
“Mo, had a word she used that Gunner had always liked: gobsmacked. This girl seemed like someone had come over and smacked her gob.” — Susan Fanetti Copy Share Image
“You look at me like you see something.” He drew his thumbs over her cheekbones and felt the swell as she smiled. “I do.” “No. Nothing to see.” She blinked and her eyes cleared and opened fully. “That’s not true, Show. I see kindness. Strength. And sorrow.” One hand slid from his neck, and she put her fingers over his… — Susan Fanetti Copy Share
