When I was three years old, I started drawing a house with a red door. Next to the house I drew a happy family—a husband, a wife, a baby, and their dog. For y…
In her final year of graduate school, Iris Eliot's dreams are within reach. She’s ready to put the past behind her and embrace whatever the future brings. Until the future brings him .
He's twenty-six.She's eighteen.I swallow, aware that most of what I'm thinking is probably just my overactive imagination. He didn't just look at me like that, over the thick rim of his glasses. His v…
"That girl isn't just trouble of the not-a-team-player, not-a-reliable-runner variety. She's trouble of the devious, manipulative, too-f***ing-hot-for-her-own good variety. She's the kind of girl who …
