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328 pages, ebook
First published November 9, 2015

I lay on the sofa under him. Legs sprawled on the floor, arms on the back of the seat where he'd put them. I felt my dick throb in my jeans. I let him see me like this. I wanted him to know I wouldn't hurt him, and I wanted him to hurt me.
“I want to hold you down,” he said, there was uncertainty in his eyes. “I want to…take you hard.” I trembled. Fuck me. He didn't seem the type. “Hurt me. Fuck me hard. Make me feel you.” I gave him my permission. God, it had been so long since I'd let another man use me. Mason needed to use me, I needed to be used. I was twisted."
“Yes, fuck, yes.” I dug my hands into the sofa cushions and under him so that I could squeeze his ass. He fucked me back. We had a rhythm that made me sweat, bodies slapping together and I fucked him hard. I wanted to see the pain in his eyes, I wanted to see what I did to him. I wanted to fuck him until I broke him."
"I think I found him broken and his broken called out to my broken and that's why I fell for him."














My music is my words, my heart, my truth ...

I looked at the sky, the moon was not yet covered by the storm cloud moving. Somehow that felt ominous.



I have never seen either of my parents naked. Or my sister. I saw a cousin naked once.
"You ever had someone piss on you?" I asked for no goddamned reason than I was out of my fucking mind.
Maybe. No, maybe about it.
Made my blood proudful, and shit, until I realized that Kilby was probably right, Harper really did have bigger balls than me.

He nuzzled my neck and kissed my lips, and I whimpered and died, right there in his arms while he did the same.



"Well, yeah, you are fucked up. I'm fucked up. I don't tend to judge fucked up. Figure we're all somewhere on that spectrum, you know."

Don’t sweat it, man, we’re good. But if you see anything you like…pull over, and I’ll see about making you holler, how’s that sound.
And tell me what your colors are…and so help me if Steel Magnolias comes out of your mouth I will climb through this phone and beat you with the bouquet.
But, no. He’s not my type. He’s too toppy.”
I didn’t know if I’d broken Mason. I think I found him broken and his broken called out to my broken and that’s why I fell for him.
“Just be you, baby, that’s the man I love. The one who can sing a kid’s song to his sister and have me in tears, the one who can sing a song about losing everything and rising from the blues that built him, that’s who you are. You keep feeling everything in here and be true to what you feel. I’ll be here, however you need me to be. We’ll figure this out.”