Barbara

“Are you ever going to forgive me?” he asked softly, catching my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Sometimes it feels like you hate me out of habit … Why does it always have to be a fight, Mel?”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Fall

“I fell for Levi “Painter” Brooks the first time I saw him, although in all fairness I did have a head injury at the time.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reapers and Bastards Anthology

“You ready to go home?” I asked.
“I’ve been ready to go home all night. I still hate you.”
“You need to find new insults. That’s getting old.”
“Fuck off.”
Grinning, I climbed onto my bike. She climbed up behind me, tucking in tight and wrapping her arms around my waist, tits pressed against my back. For the first time in forever things in my world felt right, twisted as that sounds.
She was mine. She’d always be mine.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Fall

“If Becca had any sense, she’d turn cold spray on my crotch.”
― Joanna Wylde, Silver Bastard