“And what if I need something?' 'Find it yourself.' Connor tsk-ed. 'Where did all the niceties go?' 'You're not a guest. You're family. Find your own fucking towels.” — M.A. Grant Copy Share Image
“That was why he still hadn’t called her. He wasn’t sure what the hell he was going to say if she picked up. Evie,… — M.A. Grant Copy Share Image
“And what if I need something?' 'Find it yourself.' Connor tsk-ed. 'Where did all the niceties go?' 'You're not a guest. You're family. Find… — M.A. Grant Copy Share Image
“But there was something different about Flynn, and it wasn't just the way he was looking at her. His grip tightened on her wrist--not… — M.A. Grant Copy Share Image
“Flynn?’ Without thinking, she took a small step toward the wolf. Its ears cocked forward at the sound of the name, and it too… — M.A. Grant Copy Share Image
“If Flynn hadn't known his older brother for the addicted, lying sack of shit he was, he might have believed the pain he saw… — M.A. Grant Copy Share Image
