“This life required scars,... Some were on the outside, and some they carried on the inside. But scars weren’t shameful. They meant survival. They meant putting in work. They meant sticking around and getting through the hard stuff just on… — T.S. Joyce Copy Share Image
“Brighton dabbed the side of her lip, and when he pulled his shirt away, it was smeared with crimson. Son of a mother fluffin’… — T.S. Joyce Copy Share Image
“Part of her wanted to flip him off for telling her what to do, but a bigger part of her wanted to straddle his… — T.S. Joyce Copy Share Image
“Sure. Great. Now I know her name. At least it’s not Cinnamon the whore-faced, nipple clamped, smelly vag—” “Laura Beck. My sister.” — T.S. Joyce Copy Share Image
“When you can physically hear their heart breaking? Well, it did awful things to my insides, and your dad deserved a fist for every… — T.S. Joyce Copy Share Image
“People come and go. Most of them are only in your life to get you somewhere. And what I mean by that is they… — T.S. Joyce Copy Share Image
“GREY: You don’t have to be perfect. No one else in Red Havoc is. Be you.” — T.S. Joyce Copy Share Image
“She really wanted a spanking now. A spanking and a cookie. That was a first.” — T.S. Joyce Copy Share Image
“No women up here. You know the rules. We aren’t into renting to strangers, either. Especially not high fallutin’ city slickin’ judgy judgertons like… — T.S. Joyce Copy Share Image
“He’d put all of her insecurities to rest and taught her that she was enough.” — T.S. Joyce Copy Share Image
