“Well, why not just snap my damn olive branch and beat me with it? I was only trying to help.” — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“It doesn’t matter what’s wrong with him. We’re not going to act like he doesn’t exist. Not anymore.” — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“I mean, that was the code, wasn’t it? Single girls and taken guys weren’t allowed to be friends. The leash always got in the… — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“Rena?” I looked up as a figure emerged from the white void of snowfall. The snow dusted his broad shoulders as he took long,… — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“Maybe that was why another part of me--a very small part--had wanted to kiss Wallace then. Both sides of his mouth, between his brows,… — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“Cole radiated that cool, bad boy sort of confidence—the kind that left most women flustered and ready.” — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“Thank you.”“You don’t have to thank me. It’s the truth.” He visibly relaxed, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Though, you’re welcome to… — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“How did his window crack the steering wheel?” Aiden asked at the same time. I sank down into the mattress, choosing to answer the… — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“Stop bein’ such a pussy.” “I’m not a p-pansy,” Aiden stuttered,tripping over the last word. Vulgar terminology didn't exist in his vocabulary. Whenever he… — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“Well, why not just snap my damn olive branch and beat me with it? I was only trying to help.” — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
“Wallace looked stunned—the epitome of male panic over a woman’s tears” — Carrie Butler Copy Share Image
