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305 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 15, 2013
“Life is hard, Quinn, and the hardest part is being yourself in a world of people trying to make you someone you’re not. I saw you standing apart from everything that was the same, and that was beautiful, not sad. When I was holding you and inside of you, I watched your eyes come alive, and fuck spring because you were hotter than summer, and I want to see that again.” His voice was low and as I opened my eyes and met his, he brushed his thumb across my lips. “I want to see you smile, and I want to touch you again and feel you burn brighter than the sun while I’m doing it.”
















"I'm really sorry," I whispered. "I can't do this."
"Can't do what?"
"Life," I muttered under my breath. "It wasn't meant for me."

"If you haven't yet noticed, my brothers all have a knight in shining armour complex."
"So what happens when they rescue their fair maiden, Mac? The knight complex doesn't just disappear."
Mac snorted. "You've met Evie, haven't you? She's a full time trouble magnet. Jared chose well." she turned her eyes on me. "I'm starting to think Travis has too."

"Don't you all get escorted everywhere you go by hot badass guys when shit's going down?"
"Shit's not going fown," Lucy informed him. "Shit is currently contained."
"I know what Travis was like before you, and i know what he's like since you, and I like the latter." Casey's voice was firm as his eyes held mine. "He smiles like he means it, even after a long shitty day like he's dealing with today." Casey tapped a finger to his temple. "Up here, there's you at the back of all that, making his day not so shit because at the end of it, he gets you."
"Every day I get up, tired from not sleeping, and I go to work and do what I do. Late at night I come home and go to bed for another sleepless night, and the whole time there's a weight on my chest that's so fucking heavy it leaves me feeling like I can't breathe. When I've got hold of you, somehow it doesn't feel so heavy anymore."


"Some of us have to learn how to save ourselves."
"When you're shown every day you're not worth being loved, you tend to believe it."


"We're your friends now, Quinn. Granted, we might not know you that well yet, but I know enough. We all know enough to see the sweetness in your smile and the shadows in your eyes. If you need courage, Quinn, know that we're standing behind you."


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"...When I was holding you and inside of you, I watched your eyes come alive, and fuck spring because you were hotter than summer..."
The sucky reality was I'd been dealt a shitty hand in life, but the way I saw it I could choose to either fold my hands or raise the stakes and play on. I chose the latter, and because I didn't do anything half measure, I played hard.

"He broke me. He took every piece of me I had left, and he smashed it apart. Nothing fits properly anymore..."

"I can't do this."
His brow furrowed, confusion clouding his eyes as the towel he held hovered over his chest. "Can't do what?"
"Life," I muttered under my breath. "It wasn't meant for me."
"Some of us have to learn how to save ourselves," I whispered, blinking the tears away.
"How do you do that?"
"All I know is that you have to find strength somewhere inside of you and hold onto it, but I'm still figuring out where mine is."

"...Quinn is mine, Travis, and I won't have your attitude crapping all over everything that's bright and shiny and have you scaring her away." ~ Mac
"But Casey is so fucking all that, he could have a show all on his own and screw calling it Supernatural, you could call it Badassnatural because that guy is so fucking cool he was born an ice cube." ~ Tim

He frowned so I nodded again.
He shook his head.
Did he not understand? I pursed my lips. Wasn't the head nod the universal language of all men?
"I don't know who I am, Travis." I turned back to face the person in the mirror. "I don't think I've ever known."
"I know who you are," he said hoarsely.
"Please tell me."
"You're a survivor, and on the inside that makes you more beautiful than you could possibly imagine..."

"...when you're shown every day you're not worth being loved, you tend to believe it."
When I first saw her sitting in the bar, I wanted her. When I first kissed her, I knew her taste would never be enough, and the moment I realised I was sleeping more, smoking less, and laughing hard, I fell in love and fought to keep her.
"You have me everything that helped me find myself. Your support gave me confidence, your determination made me fight, and your strength helped me find my own."

Whatever McCarthy writes, I will read. Bravo...