“It wasn’t like he was purposely being an asshole. It just came naturally to him.” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“She spied the rolled up hose and made a snap decision. This ended here and now. The days of being the world’s… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“As he was gasping for air he realized something. He was in deep shit. Haley was his life now. His woman. His… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“I hate you," Haley mumbled, storming past him to grab a carriage. "You love and adore me," Jason informed her as he… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Jason had to bury his face against her shoulder to keep from laughing out loud. She was just so damn cute. “Stop… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Maybe you should just admit that you're crazy about me," he said, leaning in to kiss her again. "And why would you… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“I don't know how Haley put up with you for the last few weeks. I would have killed you by now." "Haley… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“I like her," Brad said, chuckling. "For a Red Sox tee shirt wearing woman I guess she's okay," Jason grumbled. "Does no… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Soon he was picturing little girls with mischievous green eyes and pigtails asking him to play tea. Of course he'd bring real… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“He glared accusingly at her while he made short work of his clothes. "You didn't wake me up." She rolled her eyes… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“What if I promise to make you a batch of brownies tomorrow?" she asked, deciding to use his love of baked goods… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Can we get back to work now?" Haley asked, sounding innocent, but Zoe didn't miss the woman's lips twitching or the humor… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“You knew? How the hell did you know?" he demanded,wondering which bastard in his family had ratted his ass out. "It wasn't… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“How dare you touch my cookies, you bastard!” Jason said in utter disgust before popping the cookie into his mouth and heading… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“She gave his hand a small squeeze. "Jason, if we're going to try this then I'd like to take things slow." He… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“When she felt the hot creamy chocolate go down her throat and into her stomach some of the tension in her body… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“He sighed heavily. "You pissed me off." Well, that was totally unexpected…sort of. "Hey, I said I was sorry about hitting Mitch… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“That better not be what I think it is," Joe mumbled in the dark. It was. "It's not. Jeez, woman, someone's paranoid.… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“You missed breakfast," Jason announced as Trevor stepped into the large busy kitchen filled with Bradfords and food. "That's fine. I'm not… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“I love you, Derek!” Jason tried to drag Haley back to her seat, but she fought him tooth and nail. “I love you, Derek!”… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Will you be able to keep your hands off me?" "I'm pretty sure I can manage that," she said, wondering if the man truly… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Zoe, I-- Oh, God!" he shouted, clutching his chest and stumbling back. "What?" she asked, looking around anxiously as she clutched a large brown… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“How dare you question my taste, woman?" he demanded. "If I say you're beautiful then you're beautiful so get the hell over it!” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“He's cutting off circulation to my balls! If you want great grandchildren, woman, do something!" Joshua sputtered” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“I think,” she said, glaring at him with murderous intent, “that if you or that damn battering ram you have the nerve to call… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Wait, you don’t have a license. You can’t drive.” He turned the car on and threw it into drive. “Hmmm, look at that, it… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“As he was gasping for air he realized something. He was in deep shit. Haley was his life now. His woman. His heart. He… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“If she wasn’t his best friend… There really was no point in finishing that thought. She was and it was his job as the… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“...she was probably having a few murderous thoughts of her own about any woman that touched him. Good, they were making progress.” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“She was also sure that having experienced the act first hand would probably benefit her writing. If anything she should have sex for her… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
