Head down, eyes peeled for any opportunity to get off the dead-end course my mother carelessly paved for me years ago. My plan takes a sharp turn landing me directly acro…
I always smile when he kisses me. It never falters. The electric tingle races through me, from head to toe. Until he breaks the kiss, leaving me breat…
The haunted foster boy turned jaded owner of a whiskey distillery doesn't recognize me as the little girl he used to read to when he hires me. So I don't tell him.
