Had she crashed into any other man's car, she could have walked away—but she hit mine. Upon seeing the bruises on her wrist, I struggled to contain my rage. Despite her objections, I refused to allow …
I should have declined my bestie's invite to the Bishop’s annual Christmas skiing trip. In the breathtaking French Alps . . . With the even more breathtaking Bishop triplets.
Valley Guys my age didn’t know how to treat me right. Girls my age would never understand how powerful a woman can feel being adored by older men. And men twice, even triple my age could never say no to …
