“I'll be damned. Miranda Sweet, is it you or is my glaucoma acting up again?" Ruby Sue sat her glass down on the Formica countertop with a clank. "You always did know how to make an entrance. Who do you… — Avery Flynn Copy Share Image
“The Sweets rarely set foot on the avenues. They'd always lived on the street-side of town, where duct tape held everything together and WD-40… — Avery Flynn Copy Share Image
“I don’t want to want you, and this doesn’t change anything. I still hate your guts.” “Liar.” — Avery Flynn Copy Share Image
“Youth is wasted on the young. If it was me, you can be sure I wouldn't be lazing around thinking I had the right… — Avery Flynn Copy Share Image
“I'll be damned. Miranda Sweet, is it you or is my glaucoma acting up again?" Ruby Sue sat her glass down on the Formica… — Avery Flynn Copy Share Image
“Keisha said... I'm going to ride you so hard you might regret seeking shelter here. Gabe replied... IF you don't, I'm gonna need to… — Avery Flynn Copy Share Image
“Clover was finally going to learn how to fold a fitted sheet. Of course, she was going to gain that skill set in the… — Avery Flynn Copy Share Image
“She'd taken his heart and his virginity and left him more bitter than sweet.” — Avery Flynn Copy Share Image
“...Because I have a a serious medical condition. Gabe shook his head ruefully. It's called foot-in-mouth disease.” — Avery Flynn Copy Share Image
“Now it's my turn to give you advice." The tightened his grip, eliminating any doubt about whether he was as ready for this as… — Avery Flynn Copy Share Image
“West Virginia had the Hatfield and the McCoys. Shakespeare had the Capulets and the Montagues. Salvation had the Martins and the Sweets.” — Avery Flynn Copy Share Image
“I’ve been practicing serial monogamy with one loser after another since I was eighteen. You can’t deny I’m an asshole magnet.” — Avery Flynn Copy Share Image
“Sweetling, I'm not going anywhere except upstairs, where I'm going to make love to you till you pass out happy.” — Avery Flynn Copy Share Image
“saying Daphne was a worrywart was like saying soccer players’ legs were a thing of jaw-dropping, panty-melting goodness. It was just a fact of… — Avery Flynn Copy Share Image
