Beth Mayfield

“Tell me, Natalie, what is a sweet Southern belle like yourself doing with this asshole?”
― Kate Stewart, Reverse

“That’s what makes us special,” she continues. “This isn’t just a courtship of boy meets girl. They fall in love, yadda, yadda. This is a lifelong commitment to men who aren’t satisfied living ordinary lives. It sometimes seems more of an obsession than a mission. One that can test a woman to her absolute limits.” She grins over at me, “But for him, for that man, I’ll do it. I’ll be there when he fucks up so badly he can’t celebrate how good he is or what he’s done. I’ll be there whenever he doubts himself and our relationship suffers because of those doubts. I’ll be there with my hair done, and my lipstick on, in my best heels, with my head held high on his darkest days, because that’s what he needs. And I don’t want him changing. I don’t want him to stop being who he is, not ever, not for me, and not for any baby we make.” She turns her gaze to me. “But I will use the tips of these heels to pierce and pin his brass balls down if he ever stops giving me what I need.”
― Kate Stewart, The Finish Line

“You know, you’re really a nice guy on the B-side of that mastered A impression of a total asshole.”
― Kate Stewart, Reverse

“Makes sense,” I concede easily. His eyes flare in warning, and I harden my stare in return. “No, it fucking doesn’t. You don’t deny yourself anything you want in life because of timing. That’s a coward’s excuse.”
― Kate Stewart, Reverse