“Did you miss me?” he whispers. “No.” I smile against his lips. “I decapitated your voodoo doll.” “Smart ass,” he breathes against my lips with a smile.” — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“How does it decipher which ones to wipe and which ones to forget, and which ones to replay again and again?” — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“It’s just so hard watching you give him everything I always wanted to but couldn’t,” I whisper.” — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“She rolls her eyes. “You should have jumped out of the bush and punched him straight in the nose.” — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“Did you miss me?” he whispers. “No.” I smile against his lips. “I decapitated your voodoo doll.” “Smart ass,” he breathes against my lips… — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“Our eyes lock and the look he gives me feels like it could get me pregnant. I’m not even joking. Get here, straddle me,… — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“Girls, have I taught you nothing. Ask for what you want. Men are stupid. They will do what we ask.” — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“One word has never sounded more frightening; yet more wonderful at the same time. Shit just got real.” — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“I’m still having trouble believing that he’s mine—that he’s actually Owen’s father—that somehow the fucking universe got its shit together and delivered for once.” — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“This isn’t how I wanted to become a father. I’m supposed to fall in love, have a wedding and a wife that I love… — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“I swallow the fear in my throat as his cold eyes hold mine. “Go to Hell,” I whisper. “I’m the gate keeper of Hell,… — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“I smile at my wife. She’s been to Hell and back, yet here she stands, looking up at me with love in her eyes.” — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still the same as they were last April, tell me at once.… — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
“I understand if you don’t want to fight for us. I’m damaged goods. I couldn’t be with me.” He turns to face me. “Don’t… — T.L. Swan Copy Share Image
