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448 pages, Paperback
First published April 2, 2013
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Beautiful Disaster (Abby's POV):
Shepley put his hand on Travis' shoulder. "We've all had a lot to drink. ..."
Walking Disaster (Douchebag's POV):
Shepley put his hand on Travis's shoulder. "We've all had a lot to drink. ..."
....in an attempt to break free of the flock of baggable females that usually crowded my desk
If you've had sex with him... you're a skank.
If you've had sex before the first month.... you're a slut.
If you even showed interest in a guy you're not dating... you're a vulture
“When you’re around, I don’t need booze or money or the fighting or the one-night stands … all I need is you. You’re all I think about. You’re all I dream about. You’re all I want.”
“Now that it’s over, I wish I could have all the bad stuff back… just so I could have the good.”
“One of these days you’re going to fall in love, son. Don’t settle for just anyone. Choose the girl that doesn’t come easy, the one you have to fight for…”
“I decided a long time ago I would feed on the vultures until a dove came along. A pigeon. The kind of soul that didn’t impede on anyone; just walked around worrying about its own business, trying to get through life without pulling everyone else down with its own needs and selfish habits. Brave. A communicator. Intelligent. Beautiful. Soft-spoken. A creature that mates for life. Unattainable until she has a reason to trust you.”
“He was the worst kind of confident. Not only was he shamelessly aware of his appeal, he was so used to women throwing themselves at him that he regarded my cool demeanor as refreshing instead of an insult.”
“His eyes widened and he quivered with howling laughter. “Oh my God! You’re killing me! That’s it. We have to be friends. I won’t take no for an answer.”
“You like Pigeon,” he said defensively. “It’s a dove, an attractive girl, a winning card in poker, take your pick. You’re my Pigeon.”
“I didn’t know I was lost until you found me. I didn’t know what alone was until the first night I spent without you in my bed. You’re the one thing I’ve got right. You’re what I’ve been waiting for, Pigeon.”
For the first time since I was a little kid, hot tears burned in my eyes and dripped down one of my cheeks. Unable to restrain myself, I reached out for Abby, wrapped her small frame in my arms, and planted my lips on hers. Her mouth was cold and stiff, so I cradled her face in my hands, kissing her harder, desperate to get a reaction.
“Kiss me,” I begged.
Abby’s kept her mouth taut, but her body was lifeless. If I let her go, she would have fallen. “Kiss
me!” I pleaded. “Please, Pigeon! I told him no!”
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“Well, I belong to you!” I screamed. I put so much force behind my words, I could feel all the blood rush to my face. Abby met my glare, refusing to even flinch. I looked at her lips, panting. “I belong to you,” I whispered, my anger fading as desire took over.
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Every anniversary was a victory, a middle finger to everyone who thought we wouldn’t last...
I took a deep breath, and shut the bedroom door behind me. Even though we’d put each other through hell, we’d found heaven. Maybe that was more than a couple of sinners deserved, but I wasn’t going to complain.
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The rest is f*cking history.
"Leaving emotions at the door, and replacing it with numbness, or anger - which was much easier to control - was easy. Letting yourself feel made you vulnerable."