There’s no getting better, Storm. This is it.” There’s no coming back from the dead.

K.A. Tucker

Mots clés death dead k-a-tucker ten-tiny-breaths

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I feel happiness.
Happiness that Trent is here.
Longing. Longing to feel him against my skin again, his arms protecting me, his mouth on mine.
Love. Whatever happened between us, it was real. I know it was real. And I love him for letting me experience that.
Hope. Hope that something beautiful may come from this tragic story.
Fear. Fear that it won’t.
Forgiveness . . . forgiveness.

K.A. Tucker

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I set the water to its hottest setting, wishing it was labeled, “boil the hell out of any living organism.

K.A. Tucker

Mots clés kacey-cleary

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The officer asks me if I want to press charges against Trent and I glare at him like he’s grown an arm out of his ass.

K.A. Tucker

Mots clés kacey-cleary

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Now that I’ve come to terms with the fact that the bastard is going to affect me whether I like it or not, he’s even hotter than before.

K.A. Tucker

Mots clés kacey-cleary

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There’s something different about him, and I don’t have to think hard to see it. Something about the way he takes over a room, the way he looks at me, like he has already identified and can disarm every one of my defense mechanisms with no effort, like he sees through them to the disaster lying beneath. And he wants it.

K.A. Tucker

Mots clés romance admiration kacey-cleary

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And if that’s all he’s looking for then we’ll set fire to his balls.”
“What?” Storm’s face twists in a mixture of shock and amusement.
I shrug. “What can I say, Storm? I’m into some weird shit.

K.A. Tucker

Mots clés storm kacey-cleary

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This might work. We might survive. We might not have to eat cat food.

K.A. Tucker

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What if he's a psychopath who tries to stuff kittens in ATMs?

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When you said hold the ice …”
“I thought you were near death over there,” I answer, breathless. “That doesn’t feel fatal.”
“I was, but you are one hot chick when you pound on the right bag.” He jerks me back against him hard and I yelp. Not in pain. No, definitely not pain.

K.A. Tucker

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