“That’s what you do. Whenever you get excited about something, you bounce all over him like he’s some kind of trampoline. But Fletcher isn’t springy like that—he just absorbs it. And you never see the dents you leave behind.” She… — Tamara Morgan Copy Share Image
“Ryan allowed himself a moment to enjoy the sight of her legs, long and muscular and indicative of her previous life as a dancer.… — Tamara Morgan Copy Share Image
“He shackled her with his hands, the press of his mouth ceaseless in its demands. She couldn't move, couldn't see, could barely breathe. Giving… — Tamara Morgan Copy Share Image
“That’s what you do. Whenever you get excited about something, you bounce all over him like he’s some kind of trampoline. But Fletcher isn’t… — Tamara Morgan Copy Share Image
“For as long as he could remember, Lexie had a habit of buying herself rabbit food and then proceeding to eat most of her… — Tamara Morgan Copy Share Image
“She scooted closer and put a hand on his leg again. He felt less like steel this time and more like a man who… — Tamara Morgan Copy Share Image
