“She’s mine, dipshit,” he yelled over his shoulder, wishing like hell that he didn’t like the sound of that.” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Tell me that you didn’t break the ban, Rory. Tell me that there aren’t two Bradfords beating the shit out of each… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“I’m not asking you to love me. I’m asking you to let me love you. I’m fine if you never say it.… — R.L. Mathewson Love Copy Share Image
“No, it’s because you’re f**king pathetic. You’re no better than a human and to top it off you’re nothing but a whore.” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“...she was probably having a few murderous thoughts of her own about any woman that touched him. Good, they were making progress.” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“How exactly do you get banned from a pizza delivery place?" "Hey, don't judge me! Those bastards had it out for me!” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Wait, you don’t have a license. You can’t drive.” He turned the car on and threw it into drive. “Hmmm, look at… — R.L. Mathewson Motivation Copy Share Image
“I didn’t think Joe was that desperate,” one of the men grumbled. “I’m not,” Joe said, walking past him. “I lost a… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“How do you make a living if you’re writing a book?” Joshua asked. The boy was getting a bike for Christmas that’s… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Soon he was picturing little girls with mischievous green eyes and pigtails asking him to play tea. Of course he'd bring real… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Hey, those look good! Can I have one?” a man she’d seen hundreds of times around Jason’s house asked, reaching out to… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Why couldn't her damn reliable car have stalled on the way over here or better yet, run out of gas leaving her… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“The sooner you get dressed the sooner you can start fawning over me like a proper date and remember just because I… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Asshole," Ephraim muttered as he turned back around. Chris chuckeled. "Is that really any way to talk to your favorite child?" "You're… — R.L. Mathewson Favorite child Copy Share Image
“I just want you, Trevor,” she said, knowing nothing else mattered as long as she had him. “You have me, sweetheart,” he… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“I think everyone in the neighborhood knows how much you like my ass! Now let go of me!" He chuckled at that… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“The few times he made the mistake of relaxing in a woman’s bed after a quick lay proved to be serious mistakes.… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“With a regrettable sigh he shook his head. "I'm sorry, but this isn't going to work out." "What the hell are you… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“He glared accusingly at her while he made short work of his clothes. "You didn't wake me up." She rolled her eyes… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Ah, Robert?” “Shhhh, not while I’m praying,” he said, momentarily losing his place before he started again, “thank you for letting us… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“If I order an appetizer is there any chance I can get it quickly? I'm two and a half months pregnant with… — R.L. Mathewson Bradford Copy Share Image
“Her hands shot up. “See that’s exactly what I’m saying. You’re seeing what you want, and what you see you explain away… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Oh my God! Stop eating that!” “Your trail mix tastes funny,” Trevor said with a cringe. “That wasn’t trail mix, you bastard!… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“."I am so sorry, Joe," he whispered, gently pushing her hair away from her face and neck. "I know I keep fucking… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Oh my god are you talking about stalking me?" "yes, but if it comes before a judge we'll just call it a… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“If he didn't love her enough to risk everything then she didn't want him. She wanted a man who loved her and… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Maybe you should just admit that you're crazy about me," he said, leaning in to kiss her again. "And why would you… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Trevor, let's go upstairs and take a really hot bath with extra bubbles so that my skin gets all sudsy and slippery… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“All I care about is that this doesn’t change anything, Eric. I don’t want to lose you.” He gently cupped her cheek,… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“This wasn't going to last anyway. He'd have ended things in another fifty or sixty years with her. He'd never want anything… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“If she wasn’t his best friend… There really was no point in finishing that thought. She was and it was his job… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“She also wasn’t the type of woman who made men drool, besides him, and got the attention of every guy in the… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Ten minutes later she’d swore that she was never going to eat another Butterfinger candy bar as long as she lived and… — R.L. Mathewson Candy bar Copy Share Image
“Because that's bullshit. Okay, maybe the Las Vegas thing was our fault, well mostly Uncle Jared's and Jason's fault, but it was… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“I think,” she said, glaring at him with murderous intent, “that if you or that damn battering ram you have the nerve… — R.L. Mathewson Love Copy Share Image
“You know I can never stay away from you.” She reached up with both hands and pinched his cheeks, hard. “You’re just… — R.L. Mathewson Lips Copy Share Image
“Jason had to bury his face against her shoulder to keep from laughing out loud. She was just so damn cute. “Stop… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“He looked at the beautiful woman frowning up at him and his cock did nothing. His eyes shot back to Zoe and… — R.L. Mathewson Beautiful woman Copy Share Image
“You missed breakfast," Jason announced as Trevor stepped into the large busy kitchen filled with Bradfords and food. "That's fine. I'm not… — R.L. Mathewson Food Copy Share Image
“How dare you touch my cookies, you bastard!” Jason said in utter disgust before popping the cookie into his mouth and heading… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
