“Do you do it on purpose?” “Do what?” he asked, confused. “Leave me with images that no amount of psychotherapy could remove?… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“I love you, Essie. Before you came into my life, I had considered ending myself. Three hundred years is a long time… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Are your panties up your ass?” Dwayne asked, concerned. “No. Why?” “Well, it looked like you were adjusting your hoohoo and I figured…” “Dwayne,”… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Tomorrow would be a new day filled with uncertainty and very possibly danger, but right now all was right with my world. “Come on,… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“I quickly texted Granny and told her to call around and find out the buzz on the recruiting. She texted back that she would… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“He shifted his attention back to me and leaned in closer. “I told you to behave. I don’t want to have to arrest you… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“How about Al?” Sam suggested. “Perfect,” Dave grinned. “Um . . . Hi Poseidon, this is Al.” “Al who?” “Al Jacques Yuoff!” Dave snorted,… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Out," I instructed as I began peeling my clothes from my body. "I am going to pee for twenty-seven minutes, and then I'm going… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Dwayne, can you shoot a gun?” Dwayne rolled his eyes. “Hanky-poo, Dwayne doesn’t need a gun. I have crap in my repertoire that will… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Ready does not factor into the equation, Angel. Life happens whether we are ready or not—the only choice or control we have is whether… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Puck Flare’s eyes turned blood red and narrowed to slits. “What have you done to me?” he demanded as a spear of fire flew… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“I opened my mouth and projectile-vomited on her from head to toe. The more I retched, the more I had to retch. It was… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
