Sarah

“It’s frosty and blue like a Slurpee with cherries, gummy fish and neon-colored umbrella straws hanging off the rim of the half-gallon fish bowl. I lean forward and take a sip, ready to drown my sorrows in this cocktail.”
― Cassie-Ann L. Miller, Playing House

“but I’m so fucking tired. Tired of fighting a losing battle that never seems to end. Tired of the constant reminders of all the ways I don’t measure up. Just . . . tired.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“Top of my fantasy list for this one-time deal. Ye dominating me, just like that little heart-stopping moment. No conversation, no pause. Find me, throw me over your shoulder, and march me away somewhere private. There, strip me just enough to get access then fuck me. Facedown. No let-up until we’re both screaming.”
― Jolie Vines, Tormented

“He dashes across the room and wraps his arms around my legs, neither of us caring when he smears carnival paint all over my ivory blouse. Because that feeling—that feeling I get seeing my child, happy and healthy and in good spirits—that feeling makes the struggle worth it.”
― Cassie-Ann L. Miller, Playing Along