“We need to talk," he insisted, opening the door to his jeep that was parked next to my car. I was still… — S.G. Holster Copy Share Image
“I loved his enormous aptitude for compassion, adoration and respect. That was his way of showing love. He lacked the capacity for… — S.G. Holster Copy Share Image
“Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. - MATTHEW 7:15” — S.G. Holster Copy Share Image
“I walked away from Lexi, leaving her standing behind the gate. Ren was smart to put the barrier between us. I fought everything in… — S.G. Holster Copy Share Image
“Perception in the eye of vengeance becomes blurred. Ren was in need of a slap on the face, but I knew what was coming… — S.G. Holster Copy Share Image
“We need to talk," he insisted, opening the door to his jeep that was parked next to my car. I was still holding out… — S.G. Holster Copy Share Image
“I loved his enormous aptitude for compassion, adoration and respect. That was his way of showing love. He lacked the capacity for wickedness, and… — S.G. Holster Copy Share Image
“You know, it's an odd feeling to not know who you are," I started, trying to keep my voice even and not let urgency… — S.G. Holster Copy Share Image
“You're not safe with me." He cut me off, seeming to growl. "I don't want to be safe. I want to be with you.… — S.G. Holster Copy Share Image
“It’s a very private moment when your heart breaks. I was thankful we were alone. I knew I couldn’t keep her, but I would… — S.G. Holster Copy Share Image
“Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. - MATTHEW 7:15” — S.G. Holster Copy Share Image
“Before we go on from here, I just want to say," he paused and took a step closer to me and reached his hand… — S.G. Holster Copy Share Image
“When I thought I felt better, grief shot its silver tip arrow at my heart to remind me that it was still there.” Excerpt… — S.G. Holster Copy Share Image
“I started picturing Rens smiling face, the warmth of his touch, the slight curl of his lip before he kissed me. Every happy memory… — S.G. Holster Copy Share Image
