“Our eyes lock and the look he gives me feels like it could get me pregnant. I’m not even joking. Get here, straddle me, and ride my fucking cock are its precise words. Well, that’s what it says to me… — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“How does it decipher which ones to wipe and which ones to forget, and which ones to replay again and again?” — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“It’s just so hard watching you give him everything I always wanted to but couldn’t,” I whisper.” — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“She rolls her eyes. “You should have jumped out of the bush and punched him straight in the nose.” — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“Did you miss me?” he whispers. “No.” I smile against his lips. “I decapitated your voodoo doll.” “Smart ass,” he breathes against my lips… — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“Our eyes lock and the look he gives me feels like it could get me pregnant. I’m not even joking. Get here, straddle me,… — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“Girls, have I taught you nothing. Ask for what you want. Men are stupid. They will do what we ask.” — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“One word has never sounded more frightening; yet more wonderful at the same time. Shit just got real.” — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“I’m still having trouble believing that he’s mine—that he’s actually Owen’s father—that somehow the fucking universe got its shit together and delivered for once.” — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“This isn’t how I wanted to become a father. I’m supposed to fall in love, have a wedding and a wife that I love… — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“I swallow the fear in my throat as his cold eyes hold mine. “Go to Hell,” I whisper. “I’m the gate keeper of Hell,… — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
