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468 pages, Paperback
First published January 14, 2016

"'You don't want me,' she said through her teeth. 'You think you do, now, all of a sudden, because Tonya used you and made you feel like shit...I make you feel better, right? You said so. Because I'm this pathetic...loser...who has a crush on you, and looks at you adoringly, and makes you feel like a man. You don't want me. You want the ego boost.'"

"'I'm your last choice,' she said. 'You tried everyone in Knoxville. And when the princess told you off, you came to me, the last ditch effort...You've exhausted every pair of open legs in this city, and now it's time to try me out.'"


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"You're thirty-two, damn it, when the hell are you gonna grow up?"

Holy shit. Emmie didn't envy Sam right now. Not at all.
Their age gap was as exciting to him now as it had always been. So he was a bastard. What else was new?


"Mags has always loved red roses," he said.

"So, when this loose behaviour I throw off
And pay the debt I never promised,
By how much better than my word I am,
by so much shall I falsify men's hopes;
And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
My reformation, glitt'ring o'er my fault,
Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
Than that which hat no foil to set it off.
I'll so offend to make offence a skill,
Redeeming time when men think least I will."


, could you just bring me the box of shame?



"A man can do great things when he's motivated by love."These characters have gotten completely under my skin. I could easily read about them for all eternity and remain a happy little cat.


”Being a part of your club is like breathing secondhand smoke. It doesn’t hurt at first. But by the time the damage is done, it’s too late to do anything about it. And then it kills you.”
He was, goddamn it. Because before, love had been this nebulous myth he couldn’t define. But now love sat just outside his door, and it had a face, and a name, and tangled ribbons of dark blonde hair that liked to knot together in the breeze.
They were making a statement, asserting themselves. Hiking their legs like the dogs they were.
“I’m not worth a damn, and I want you to understand that, before you throw everything away on me.”

He spent his life starting fires, and she spent hers trying to put them out.