Things We Left Behind (Knockemout, #3)

by Lucy Score

The man’s scent was an aphrodisiac.

“Sometimes in order to build things back up, you gotta tear them down to the studs.

Energy was a precious commodity, and I’d already used all mine up putting my hair in a ponytail.

“There are some things we never get over. Some things we hide from the light,”

“Girl, I don’t know what’s happening right now, but I’m a nurse and if you don’t go home with Tall, Dark, and Tight Crotch, I’m gonna check you for head trauma.”

“Sometimes you have to stop waiting for something to happen and start making it happen,”

This wasn’t the best orgasm of my life. Because this wasn’t an orgasm. This was a life-altering religious experience. It rolled on and on, wave after wave of pleasure.

“You can tell a lot about a person by how they treat others when things aren’t going well.”

“You can lead a horse to water, but some animals are so dense you have to half drown them before they’ll drink.”

I wasn’t a good guy worried about being a bad guy. I was a self-aware villain. There was a distinct difference.

“The second you think you’re as good as or better than your woman is the second it all starts goin’ to hell,”

Lucian “Lucifer” Rollins was going to be my husband. And I was going to be his wife. We were going to spend the rest of our lives building a family…and driving each other absolutely insane.