Reed freaking Rivers. I wouldn’t trust a word out of the arrogant music mogul’s mouth if his gold-plated tongue were notarized. The Man with the Midas Touch woul…
“Bless me Father for I have sinned….and I don’t think I care.” Each Sunday morning, I stand in robes at an altar and preach about being good and moral.
Homeless, sleeping in a junkyard, and on the run from a system that has failed her over and over again, Abby meets Jake, a tattooed blue-eyed biker wit…
