They call me Emo Barbie. And they’re not far off, though I consider myself a little more alternative than that. I just so happen to do everything in six-inch heels and blood-red lipstick. I like it wh…
Lox came back to Sherwood on a Thursday—the same Thursday that I knelt on a polished concrete floor and kissed the hand-stitched toebox of Rafe de Lacy’s shoe.
Ryker For years I dreamed of seeing her again. But without a last name or a phone number, I knew it wouldn't happen. She became a dream, a crushing memory, nothing more than a remember when. Until I found…
