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298 pages, Kindle Edition
Published April 1, 2022
Home smelled like sea salt and tasted like whisky. My peace would never come in the form of a house or a family the way others had. Home was thrusting inside me, spreading my thighs to make room for his body inside of mine.
…her reputation around PortCity was that of a tomcat. Smooth as silk slipping in and out of alleyways until you got too close to her tail and then she fucking erupted.
It was like watching a lion prance near you at the zoo. Even though you might have a glass window between you, you still couldn’t help but wonder if it might disappear at any moment. And what it would feel like to have those jaws closing down on your most tender parts.
“Men are not unlike wine: they’re delicious, and you can have them every day, but too much and you’ll lose yourself—especially with men like our beloved Don…Remember that.”