“November 1952 US Army Garrison Fort Belmont, Maryland HE ARRIVED AT REGINA GUERRERO’S house at the usual time. As he walked up the front path, he waved to her son, Ricky, who played in the yard. The four-year-old grinned, his… — Rachel Grant Copy Share Image
“She faced him. “I have to, Lee. In a few weeks, you’ll be gone. Until then, there’s nothing more between us than sex.” “You… — Rachel Grant Copy Share Image
“I’m an aid worker. I’ve been helping South Sudanese people who’ve returned to their villages after being displaced by the civil war prepare for… — Rachel Grant Copy Share Image
“So, your friends call you Bastian. Your enemies call you asshole. What do lovers call you?” “Why do you want to know?” She smiled… — Rachel Grant Copy Share Image
“If she could win the respect of this one man, she would prove to herself she’d changed. That she didn’t have a black soul.” — Rachel Grant Copy Share Image
“Ten years ago, I attended a community meeting for an oil pipeline proposal PE was ramming through the environmental impact process in eastern Washington.… — Rachel Grant Copy Share Image
“why women agreed to be arm candy. No matter how smart, no matter how successful, there was a heady ego boost and sense of… — Rachel Grant Copy Share Image
“November 1952 US Army Garrison Fort Belmont, Maryland HE ARRIVED AT REGINA GUERRERO’S house at the usual time. As he walked up the front… — Rachel Grant Copy Share Image
“I’m going to make an exception for you. If you want to study me – every inch of me – I’m willing to be… — Rachel Grant Copy Share Image
“He smelled good too—a musky cologne that made her want to bite him. He” — Rachel Grant Copy Share Image
“Friends call me Brie. You may call me Ms. Stewart.” “Stewart? Not Prime?” She shrugged. “I legally changed my last name to my mother’s… — Rachel Grant Copy Share Image
