“Dylan mumbled, “Yeah. Sure. Okay, I guess.” “And don’t sleep with Bunny again. Don’t even so much as look at her in a way that might make her panties slippery. Understand?” Dylan stopped abruptly in the hallway. “Why? Give me… — Ana B. Good Copy Share Image
“Bunny plucked the lit cigarette from Dylan’s lips and slipped it between her own. “Always offer a lady a cigarette after sex. It’s polite.”… — Ana B. Good Copy Share Image
“Dylan mumbled, “Yeah. Sure. Okay, I guess.” “And don’t sleep with Bunny again. Don’t even so much as look at her in a way… — Ana B. Good Copy Share Image
“A tall woman with ass-length, honey-blonde hair had entered the lobby and was barking orders at an entourage of men who toted her Gucci… — Ana B. Good Copy Share Image
“In truth, most addicts find relief the moment they stop hiding. The moment they publicly admit they have a problem. For most high-functioning addicts,… — Ana B. Good Copy Share Image
“The last few days of treatment, Babe kept barking at everyone that no one was ever cured of an addiction. One day at a… — Ana B. Good Copy Share Image
“Dylan looked promising. Tomboy. Tall and deliciously rangy. Her raven hair was unevenly sliced, streaked auburn in a patch or two. A thatch of… — Ana B. Good Copy Share Image
