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1 " Busting out the fancy words now?” Jer continued with an amused grin. “Don’t tease. You know how a big vocabulary turns me on.”Raven pursed her lips to hide her smile as she handed him a bowl and fork. “Yeah, okay. Keep your big vocabulary in your pants,” she responded. "
― Katherine McIntyre , Forged Contracts (Tribal Spirits #3)
2 " Raven moaned at the sensations ripping through her, like the first splash of color on a monochrome canvas. "
3 " She placed the beer in front of him. “Keep on wishing, babe,” she purred. “I’m STD free and want to remain that way. "
4 " On her darkest days, the memories of the splintered floorboards crept in, along with the drip, drip, drip of old plumbing that had never been fixed. She still remembered the shouts from the others in the crew and how the mingle of voices was at first familiar and over time had grown as distant as the sea. "
5 " It was just the golden sunlight, ink-stain asphalt and the woman he’d always wished was his. "
6 " Their hatred was the twisted metal of a train wreck, all blistering heat and tangled beams as solid lines mutated into something irrevocably changed. "
7 " Because Jeremiah liked to hurt like he liked to breathe—it was an inevitable part of existence. "