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300 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 19, 2017
What I want—what I’m paying for— is the cymbal crash at the end. That release. That moment when everything shatters. I’m not paying for pretty words and flowers. - Lyle

All I can be is me. A woman desperate enough to have sex for money. A girl trying anything and everything to save her house. To protect her family’s memory. I can be that girl. But I can’t be nothing. I can’t be no one. - Sugar Laine
She tasted like summer. As warm as sunshine and as sweet as cotton candy. Hell, she tasted like hope. And damn him, he couldn’t get enough of her. - Lyle
We snuck up on each other, creeping backwards and with blinders.

“…I can only hope that when I hit the ground, I won’t shatter into a million pieces. And that maybe – just maybe – he’ll be there to catch me.”
“Sex is a tool, and it can either build or destroy. My first time, it was a wrecking ball that broke me into a million pieces.
But this time…
This time sex is a lever.
This time, it’s going to save me.”
“I see so much damn pain that I have to fight the urge to cup my palm against his cheek and tell him that whatever it is, it’s going to be ok.”



He touched me— and despite all my defenses, I fell. And now…Well, now I can only hope that when I hit the ground, I won’t shatter into a million pieces. And that maybe—just maybe— he’ll be there to catch me.”
J. Kenner


"Sie fühlte sich richtig an. Sie war wie ein Blitz in sein Leben eingeschlagen, und die Welt war seitdem nicht mehr wie zuvor."
"Aber ich glaube, ich mag den Lyle Tarpin, den du versteckst. Ich meine ja nur, falls du ihn mir vorstellen willst."
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