“How'd you get so smart about all this love stuff, anyway?" "I write fucking romance novels, sweetie. I'm making it up as I go.” — Kimberly Kincaid Copy Share Image
“A loud, purposeful knock on the front door froze him in place with his fist over the fabric. “Hey, dude, it’s me. I brought you all four Bloodsport movies. Open up!” Jason’s voice filtered past the front door, and he and Violet flew apart like teenagers at a party raid. No way. This wasn’t happening. He had not just gotten… — Kimberly Kincaid Copy Share
“How'd you get so smart about all this love stuff, anyway?" "I write fucking romance novels, sweetie. I'm making it up as I go.” — Kimberly Kincaid Copy Share Image
“She jammed both hands to her hips, grinding her boots to the linoleum. “You are so rigid, it’s infuriating!” Noah’s ear-to-ear smile froze the… — Kimberly Kincaid Copy Share Image
“This day had officially punched every hole in her crazy ticket.” — Kimberly Kincaid Copy Share Image
