Angela Bee Bee

“He looks down at me and says in a commanding voice, "Stand up."

Without thinking, I'm on my feet. A little eager, Summers? He grasps my hips and turns me around so I'm facing the wall a few feet away. I can feel the heat from his body, but he isn't touching me. He just stands behind me and my anxiety spikes. My heart is racing. I feel his breath brush my ear. "Breathe, Ivy." Shit, he's right. I haven't taken a breath since before my wonderful elevator ride yesterday morning. Inhale. Exhale.”
― M.K. Gilher, Revival

“These are the rules. First, you don't speak unless I tell you to. Second, you do everything I say. No questions asked. No hesitating or arguing. No attitude." He's staring into the depths of my soul, searching for my reaction to his words. Without thinking, like I always do, I open my mouth to speak. He stares at me with a look of disapproval and shakes his head back and forth. "No words, Ivy. Those are the rules.”
― M.K. Gilher, Revival

“She's here. I'm touching her. My fingertips to her silky skin. Flesh to flesh. She's okay. Still as stunning as ever. My girl. I'm good now.”
― M.K. Gilher, Revival

“I step back out of the car and lean my left forearm on the door and my right on the roof. Out of pure frustration, I look up at the sky and ask the universe, "Why can't anyone look inside a car before they fucking steal it?”
― M.K. Gilher, Revival