Quotes from Tia Williams

Move," he said again. "This is a dangerous game, Jenna." "Why?" "'Cause I'm seconds from fucking the shit out of you.

Lizette always wore White Diamonds by Elizabeth Taylor, and Genevieve found the scent overwhelmingly glamorous but also soothing. That was her mom in a nutshell. White Diamonds.

No one's coming to save you. You have to do it.

She understood it was her job to be whatever he needed—if he wanted to take his time, she was Slow-Mo Flo. If he wanted it fast, she was Quickie Chickie. He fucked her how and when he wanted to.

What was it like, the luxury of not hurting?

No one will deny me this—the least of all you, you mean-girl midget. Fuck you if you think I'm staying away from him.

But what fully realized person doesn't? No one expects men to be flaw-free. Women are expected to absorb traumas both subtle and loud and move on. Shoulder the weight of the world. But when the world fucks with us, the worst thing we can do is bury it. Embracing it makes us strong enough to fuck the world right back.

You push stuff away that isn't safe and obvious, Mom, but love isn't safe and obvious. Love is risky. Take the risk, woman.

Before Jenna could think, Eric flipped her on her back, hooked his arms behind her

knees, and slammed into her, to the hilt. The headboard crashed against the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried out with shock and excruciating pleasure. It raged through her in waves.

Well, prose before bros,

It was like she'd left her personality in a cab somewhere years ago, and he'd found it, dusted it off, and delivered it to her doorstep wrapped in a red velvet bow. She felt alive, understood—and drop-dead sexy.

Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.

I'm man enough to say I'm pussy-whipped," said Eric. "If she showed up here, snapped her fingers, and was like, 'E, it's time to go,' I'd ask no questions and dead-ass bounce, son. I am not ashamed.

Context-free, too! Just a shot of a hard, disembodied penis.

This moment, the three of them together, it was her default fantasy—always in the back of her mind. But she'd forbidden herself to think it was attainable. After all, was it ever possible to really have it all?

Jenna walked in the direction of the playground with feet that didn't touch the ground, headed toward her waking dream. Now, all that was left was to live it. And she did.

You look like you need to be kissed. Badly." "Worse than you know. How could you tell?" "'Cause you're staring at my mouth with laser-like focus." "Cocky.

If you knew what I wanted to do," he said, "you'd call security.

You burst into my solitude, demanding to be seen. You were overwhelming. Just wild and weird and brilliant, and I never had a choice. I liked everything about you. Even the scary parts. I wanted to drown in your fucking bathwater.

He pinned her against the chaise, tonguing her mouth with such sensuous rawness, it was like he was inside of her—and it was so achingly good that she forgot where she was, hiking her leg up around his waist, the hem of

Cum-hazy after a drowsy fuck,

Audre plopped down on Cece's lap. "Try chocolate meditation. You stick a Hershey's Kiss in your mouth and sit quietly, letting it melt. No chewing. It's about mindfulness.

Jenna," he started, "my life is so up in the air. I have nowhere