Trinity Michelle

“Having a best friend whose mother is a clinical psychologist is definitely a pain in the ass sometimes. I’ve known Peyton since we were eleven—we met not long after Mom and I moved to Boston—and Peyton’s mother would constantly pry into my psyche when I was a kid. She always tried getting me to talk about my parents’ divorce, how it made me feel, how my mother’s criticism affected me. Blah, blah, and blah. I don’t need a shrink to tell me there’s a direct correlation between my insecurities and my mother’s verbal attacks. Or that my mother is a raging bitch. I know it all too well. On the rare occasions Dad and I have spoken about her, he’s admitted that Mom has always skewed more toward me me me on the altruism scale. But the divorce really twisted something inside her. Made her worse. It certainly didn’t help that he remarried within a year and a half and now has two other daughters. “Mom thinks we need to silence your inner critic. Aka your mother’s horrible voice in your head.” “I shut my inner critic up all the time. Silver lining, remember?” Because while my grandmother’s life rule is to make sure you get murdered in your Sunday best, mine has always been to look on the bright side. Find the silver lining in every situation, because the alternative—wallowing in the darkness—is bound to destroy you.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Summer Girl

“Then she shocks the hell out of me. On an impatient groan, she mumbles, “Screw it,” and the next thing I know, her soft lips are pressed against mine. Christ. Yes.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Summer Girl

“listened, pulling out a new wrench. My eyes went wide as he stepped up next to me. “You want me to use this?” He laughed, taking it out of my hand. “I had something else in mind, but let me see if this will work.” The cool metal trailed up my thigh. “Is this going to get you off? Is this going to make you come hard until you cover my bike?”
― Kate Crew, Rook & Rebel

“She chuckles. “Have you forgotten my most important rule of life, dear? Always leave the house dressed as if you’re going to—” “—be murdered,” I finish, rolling my eyes. “Oh, I remember.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Summer Girl